Alone in a large home, holding a phone,
I chuckled at the thought of romance,
concealing what she said in bed,
but it doesn’t register in my head.
My gaze drifted skyward;
her saucer eyes sparkled with the future
spreading her wet cheeks.
She went from blonde to jet black.
She reminisced about me,
but she’d never felt me inside her
until we spent the night on her granddad’s farm.
It happened in September on hay bales.
Our nude bodies itched from passion
and the dried hickory leaves;
a tremble to her tummy
and a smile tugged at the corner
of her mouth,
giggling through her piano key white teeth.
(© 2022 AC)