other than me. I’d call it fairy-tale,
but it’s more like pornography.
Would you look at that! It’s
ready for more already.
You are some kind of magician.
I’m not sure how long it usually
takes for it to get ready again,
but it definitely is. I don’t think
magic has anything to do with
it. Just a good lather rub. And me.
THE SECOND TIME
Is better than the first. Does
it just keep getting better?
This is probably not the time
to try and find out. Peaks of
afternoon have worn down toward
soft hills of evening. “Guess you’d
better go soon,” I say, wishing
he could stay here forever.
Bryce finishes dressing. Okay.
I’ll go. But only under protest.
He always says the right thing.
“Can we get together tomorrow?”
He smiles. Can’t get enough
of me? Well, the feeling is mutual.
Promise infuses the day’s last kiss.
That makes it the best one yet.
I AM LOADING
My sheets into the washer
when a little voice nags,