It was October, I hadn't the pants on her
since last May.
She just walked by jeans riding her hips
It was cold, naked to the waist, a sly smile
hugging her red lips.
She held her bare breasts
the sunlight through windows
warm on my chest
Ride me, I suddenly said, ride me
until the sun sets in the sky
until my lips crack and turn red
Love me, she whispered back
her knees tight in the denim
the line of her butt pressing the
fabric taut
my words in lust captured mid-murmur
my heart caught.
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