As he forgot the other girls,
Brandon smiled hard;
Mists of breath froze in the air
While the black bees bobbing and buzzing
Around their heads. Reaching out
He grabbed her by her waist.
They were one single being
With four legs: a pair of wood and leather heels
Knocking against a pair of steel-toed boots;
She stumbled into him—their footsteps
Crunching foliage rotting in the forest’s home.
She laughed when he hooked his fingers
In the white lace peeking outside her jeans.
Her loose hair blew wildly
In a twilight breeze, as she pushed her body
Up against him, his back pressed to the
Dying branches. A moan escaped
From deep within both diaphragms; he couldn’t resist
This virgin’s urge. Let her kiss him with such
Passion, this woman who was no longer
Tepid and full of fear; staring at her breasts,
He leaned down to bite—his mouth hot
Against the coolness of her supple chest.
Their breathing quickened and he thought “fuck the
Rest,” he wanted this nymph who was full of
Lust and desire. She had him enticed the
Moment he saw her sitting in the back
Of his best friend’s truck; a shitty weekend
Turned to one of flirtations, hanging
Out at the river bed. All he wanted
From that first time he heard the sound of her
Screaming in giggles was to get her in
His bedroom; yet instead, here they were in
The backwoods of the backdrop of the fast
Cityscape, her hand upon him, ready
To throw her remaining chastity to
Aphrodite as a present for change.
Tonight the sweet said goodbye to naked
Artemis, with more pleasure than a light
Kiss brushing against his cheek and the new
Silence of the two souls exchanging a
Secret. As their breath danced in their ribs, her
Ghostly limbs wrapped around his, and they fell
Asleep until Eos was to paint the hill
And the moon had taken her leave.
