the word

i scream the word  DICK  out loud trying to impress her, i stress the  D  with a sharp vengeance and land on the  K  so hard that it reverberates around the room, a small picture on the wall rattles

she laughs and says she really doesn’t care about the emphasis of the word, much less the size of it, she just wants to know what i plan on using it for, and she looks me up and down

a logical and reasonable request, given the fact that she’s already seen it, been there done that a thousand times, i would need a lit sparkler sticking out of a full erection to really wow her now

ahh... sweet intimacy, where have you gone, dropped from the hand and rolled under the refrigerator like a once ripe grape, dried of its juices, the crisp crunch of freshness never savored, deflated to mush

but i love her, and she knows it, and she loves me... even when we tease or intentionally embarrass each other a little, when skin comes to skin, when lips that are tightly engaged in good-fucking’s kiss open in order to breathe through the moment, when i swell and throb and cum everything into her, when she digs into and envelops and accepts me whole... we are first-lovers again...

... her turn now, she whispers the word  P U S S Y , and that’s all it takes...