We met awkwardly in
the
narrow hallway between
the
bedrooms, two naked
men unsure
how to greet, his dick
still dripping, mine
ringed with the red
lipstick
reapplied by his wife
to
wake me up.
“Breakfast! Half an
hour?”
“Great!” With a nod we
parted to
reclaim our wives, and
pushing open our
bedroom door,
pushing through the
scent of recent sex,
I found her as he left
her,
replete and wet.
(Image used by kind permission of
Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The
poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)
This is amazing! We dream, sometimes, about being this open and free in our adventures. It likely will never happen, but that is why we are so drawn to your words. It's a delicious fantasy. ~C
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