pussy revolution

the shape of her shoulders beneath a blue sweater
the upturned hair dancing on her head
the softness of a voice coated in pixie stick love
the defined outline of her breasts
the two swirls of nipple softly showing
the bell curve of a rubenesque ass
the soft stroke of my lips through opened legs
the breathy moan passing between our mouths
the creativity behind a pair of dancing eyes
the trace of powder left on my white thigh
the smell of two women engaged in orgasm love
the knowledge that this is what i want
this revolution of this is who i am

she stepped into the café light
i noticed her laugh first
it was the sound of unabashed loudjoy
a guffaw eruption
another universe played the fiddle in her mouth
a raised eyebrow in this direction
a flirtatious smile in that direction
where did you get that orange sweater?
her lameexcuseforconversation
guess right and i buy dinner
my smoothtalkercomeback
her right answer ensued
and we went directly home to begin the freemealpromise

two women lying in bed
living in the revolution of the afterglow
i want to lie and say i didn't
need it
love it
love every common breath
with this woman
the smoke swirls around
the nodding heads
of two women laying in bed
living in the revolution of the afterglow