no words, no sounds, no acts necessary
11/28/2021
that sense of warmth
my rested head
her lap
the ecstasy was complete
that sense of tingling
fingers rustling through my hair
her lap
the ecstasy was complete
I could smell the heat of her passion
no words, no sounds, no acts, necessary
her lap
the ecstasy was complete
I could see through my eyes curtains
her graceful smile
my restful head
the ecstasy was complete