Yesterday's Musing

Some things come to you when you are alone with your thoughts and the sun is setting through your window. Like now. I am with my thoughts of yesterday. She is small fragile looking. I am not. She came to me for solace . . . wanted more. Said, "I want you," covered my mouth with sweeter than candy lips trembling, goosebumps all over her part worry, part want "Please, don't say you love me. Just need me." Licked my cheek with tenderness found my throat and then caressed a nipple nipping it almost too hard moaning like cats purr plying my body with more than a zillion kisses. Guided my hand inside her blouse her pride feminine pride soft, oh so soft . . . breasts hardening button nipple. "Close your eyes, let me lay hands on you." Wind puffing through open window cool on my fevered body her finger hot, sizzling to the touch moving over and under and around clefts and crevasses of me. "Stand," she urged. I did. Pealed cotton jockeys to my ankles put finger on my chest pushed me onto the bed massaged my feet remarkable never knew about that erogenous zone but she did shimmed up me like a spider monkey up a tree mouth claimed possession then and there for awhile soft whimpers of her lust sang a cappella further up she inched rose like an apparition straddled her stallion for the night rode until the dawn of civilization broke through the window. Sometimes the past comes alive at the oddest moments.