Surfacing,
he keeps his eyes shut
savouring the tenacious sense of
anticipation and arousal.
Disappointment pushes it aside,
darkening his excitement like a cloud
heavy with unshed rain
and yet the stimulus remains.
She had been naked, within his reach,
he could have stretches out
and cupped a breast or
stroked her downy pudenda
but that was all a presentiment.
Instead he reaches down, sighing
as pleasure spreads, a sweet ache
and a tear slides to pool in his ear.
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