A Too Brief Memory

A too brief memory
a passing glimpse
through a peephole
spying a playground
of possibility,
passion, promise.

Neck and body arching
kisses spinning
breath racing gasping
fingers firmly, tenderly
raking slowly up your thigh
stroking skin soft, sinewy
and hot through
stretched denim
a flushing heat
radiating down
your hips
reflexively heaving
muscles tensing
relaxing
in cadence with
quietly swelling moans.

Then rolling into
surrounding arms
mind still reeling
a subtle tremor passes
like a quiet relaxing wave
your body glowing
sighing silkenly
and smiling with
centered satisfaction.