Making love in the afternoon with curtains wide. You come to me, sun-clad.

Now we're both sunlit shapes and shadows and we too become one.

We settle into our familiar pattern, first hesitancy, then fervency, then urgency.

But wait... you are doing something different, something new.

I love it. You are doing me with just your thumb and forefinger.

You have been with someone else and learned this.

You hear my unspoken words, and you reply. "Yes, my love, earlier on Lush."

My God, am I being milked?

I giggle, coz now I have yet another reason to love you.