Careful
footsteps in the hallway
The bedroom door is guided open
With perfect masculine hands.
His figure enters
Noble and sexy
The lamplight kisses and spreads itself cleverly,
To enhance and boast
For every beautiful and modest
Shape, shade and unique feature of his body.
My attention is drawn to his eyes,
religious in the dim light.
Without sacrilege, he is Jesus and Mary Magdelene
Meaningless temptation.
He moves.
Grace and manly bliss.
His shadow echoes smiles and whispers of the floor.
As he walks
The lamplight bounces between muscles and shadowed groin,
Like children's hysterical screams of joy from a trampoline.
One child shrieks.
My intense climax.
We lie together.
Still, in the lamplight.
Only our ribs and stomachs quietly gasping
And our ecstatic streams of sweat,
tremor, to catch the lamplight,
its perfecting kiss, forgotten.
And in each other's arms, I on his manly chest, we fall asleep
smiling,
Our curved lips painted with lamplight.
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