I recall many nights with you,Under the skies of mid-December It seemed almost nightly, you were wearing that nightie We called it “ugly pink”, remember? My eyes would secretly glideUp and down that satiny gownHungrily drinking, the shiny fabric clinging To every curve...

A sliver of light through the blinds.  You slept with legs parted, a hand on your own hip.Your tights were merciless,cloth stretched so tightI could see the shape of you.Lips pressing forward,  the seam between your thighs,  a shadow...

Nighty gathered above her waist,Her fingers circling in soft display.Through the doorway, still, he stays,Watching her lost in secret play.

They lay together in the bed,the night outside fadinginto quiet shadows,she resting on her back,slender and soft,her white blouse patterned with tiny prints,buttons running down the front,jeans snug over narrow hips,her small frame barely filling the space.Her beauty was...