We sit together on the couch watching rented videos
in the all to rare silence of an empty house

Your arms feel so good…
The softness of your warm skin
The comfort of your solid presence…

I snuggle in as if you were a favorite chair and you smile.

Between car chases and dialog
You ask for a kiss

Like biting into a peach picked fresh on a sunny afternoon
Your sweetness slides along my tongue

"Watch the movie!" you tease… and I try
oh, how I try...

but your caramel skin is so smooth…

I trace circles on the inside of your elbow
down your forearm, across your palm

and you flinch

I grin, knowing that I’ve distracted you
"I’m sorry, Babe… " I say in mock sincerity
but you know me…

Eyes locked on the action of the screen
you feign disinterest as my hands continue to explore

across your chest, over thick dark shoulders

down along the narrow trail of curly black hair 
that leads to…

"Hey, what did you think of that movie, Papa?"

"Huh? Oh, we… never finished watching it…"

I’m leaning into your embrace and smiling.

"I guess we’ll just have to rent that movie 
again sometime…"

 

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