Far into the deepening darkness of night 

I lie alone in my rumpled bed

Sheets awry as though victims of torment.

My thoughts alert, in recalling her

Smooth skin against mine, gently,

Sometimes wildly, frantically heaving,

In all our poses, legs parted

Accepting ardent caresses

Of fingers, lips and tongue

She, giving willing

Access to my hardness

Me, keenly accepting that gift

To glide upwards, ever upwards

Into her welcoming wonderland

Thrusting, responding, heaving, pulsing

Until our cries shut out night owl calls

Our passion spent

But how good it was.

Now I lie here alone, I sigh.

Somewhere that owl hoots once more

And water tumbles

Restive I stir, switch on the nightlight

And I wait, wishing she was here.

And suddenly, like some naked vision, she is

“Took a quick shower,” whispered her apology.

“Why the light ?” she asks, coming to the bed.

“To view your wondrous body.”

Her smile so captivating,” But you’ve seen it

And played it like a harp all night.”

I can’t get enough of it, Why the shower?”

Lying down, she whispers, “To prepare myself,”

“For what?”

“Your promise of fingers, lips and tongue.”

Her thighs spread wide, pinkness awaits.

This very lucky man