Darkness, like syrup

As Darkness poured over him
like syrup
he sat -
still and quiet
a sleeping giant
on the back porch

When he could barely see outlines
she came
walking slowly, quietly - - -
until she stood close
dropped her clothes
to the porch
at his feet

Her fingers found his shirt
removed it
stroked his chest
roughly played his nipples
     - he sat -
quiet and still

At her unspoken command
he stood
she pulled his clothes from him
tossed them aside
kissed him
on his neck
   amid the hair of his chest
     - pulling softly -
until he pulled her
        close
and held her

Touching and stroking,
rubbing and squeezing,
nibbling and needing,
melting into the darkness together