she was heat bound by curves
her weight
as she straddled me
played a cruel trick
of balance
naked thighs pressed
along my own
– poised –
almost elegant
except for the healthy
(fucking)
expression: closed eyes,
a smile between parted lips,
all sharp teeth and pink tongue
your breasts,
I thought
let me taste them.
and then
she lowered hips
and I stopped thinking
altogether.