Your Pad Or Mine

Eyes still closed ... Our sated mouths slowly parted, And what was once cold and unyielding in my palm, Now stood, blooming as the softness of warm lips ... Exquisite bows of pink, supple sublimity. Our eyes opened, and met, knowing ... Where to first? I asked her ... She crimped a tiny smile with her lip edges - The rain, she answered, eyes giggling ... Where else, silly boy?!? A hesitation and backward glance, (To make sure I would follow), then ... She leapt out into the weeping eventide ... A brief rest in the wedge of light under a streetlamp, Then she raised her arms and twirled on one foot - Flawlessly en retire' ... No longer gangling and squat, but elegant and shapely - A swan, caught in a sultry summer shower ... Birthed of one true and faithful kiss, Now ... my princess. ~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Fairy Tale" Poetry Contest, Alexis Y., Judge & Sponsor. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Late May 2018 Standard Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.