NaPM 19 April 2022

[Mark A Becker]

I savor the sweet
scissors of her thighs
as they squeeze, and tighten
between mine.

I nibble on her nipples,
her succulent ripe apples,
in between our sipping
of red wine.

I kiss her with a whisper,
and she pulls our lips together,
then we go slipping through
a dripping crack in time.