I was his sweet summer stage.
The heavy curtains wide to
Give him the hot spotlight
And we sank into our fleeting white bed, soft and entwined
Like the gentle fabrics we lay on.
He performed and
It was his best
He was his best
In my honeyed arms and
At ease, clever, erotic and kind.
I opened my legs, mouth, ears and mind.
My moans and nods were his applause.