Mistaken Identity

Your hands are under my shirt, running through the hair on my chest, making my muscles tense as you touch and tease my still firm body You said it was like Michaelangelo's one evening, when we lay together with your hands under my shirt, 'mmm, like Michaelangelo', you said 'But that's a different David, my love' I said and you smiled, and then we laughed, as we lay together with your hands under my shirt