her widow tears
move me
comfort inflamed
to passion
a kiss
an inappropriate kiss
her hands pressing
mine to her bosom
only eighteen
I
young desire
she
beautiful
older woman
grieving widow
sexy
an intense intimacy
a son’s devotion
a mother’s love
mutual incestuous want
unzipping the back
of her black dress
fabric flowing to the floor
unhooking her bra
she turns in my arms
her kiss
knowing and understanding
our clothing scattered
up the stairs to her bedroom
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