Lost Summer Days

 

The sun has caught me;

My skin warm and silken

From tanning lotion

His hand glides

Over my buttocks

And down my thigh

With fingers gently pressing

Their sensual pleasure

Stirring my blood with excitement.

 

My body lays still

Listening to his touch

Pleasure flooding beneath

My mound of curling hair

While the sun on my lips

Thirsts to be drawn

Into his own

Quenched by the moisture

Of his tongue.

 

We taste each other;

Coppertone lotions

And salty dew

The sun chases us inside.

Upon cool sheets

Passion rages inside

As he plunges deep

And withdraws slowly

I feel his quickening pulse.

 

Sweet sounds and whispers

Meant only for us

His words stir emotions

No longer familiar.

I grasp his face

But hear another's voice

Once old--not now.

Clouded ecstasy

Invades our intimacy.

 

Old memories,

Unwanted visions.

I am sharing him

While you still pretend

To be something you aren't

To a new lady

Desperately trying

To forget

It was once me.

 

 

B. Benjamin                                                                                         

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