He stares at his
hair-wrapped fist
in the moonlight
or the city light.
Gentle movements
with hints of more.
Little help?
Grudgingly released locks
fall back to perfection.
She turns.
He unzips.
Slowly.
She moves.
It falls.
His eyes follow.
She steps out
of the shadow
and dress.
Ambient spot light
on four inch heels.
Black.
I look so pale.
ignored as eyes travel.
Up.
Up.
Black underwear.
Bites his lip.
A little.
She notices
looking back over her shoulder.
And likes.
A lot.
Up.
Up.
Black bra.
Lace.
He steps
forward.
And again.
She starts to,
but
a hand falls on her hip.
Other one brushes hair aside.
Lips on back of her shoulders.
Kisses.
Down.
Leaving a trail
of goose bumps
in their wake.
He kneels.
Hands on both hips.
Spins her around.
Lips on stomach now.
She stares at her
hair-tangled fists
in the moonlight
or the city light.