Family Love

I opened the door to Michelle’s room quietly, glancing in.
The bed in disarray, the crumpled sheet pushed aside,
My husband, Steve laid on his back breathing slowly,

My sister, Maria nestled against his chest,
Her leg loosely rested over his hip.
Her arm thrown over him possessively,
Her hand on my daughter’s thigh.

Michelle was pillowed on Steve’s pubes,
Her fingers cupping his warmth against her cheek.
Steve’s arm parting her legs, his hand on the small of her back
I closed the door quietly.

Happy that both of his daughters were old enough to show their love,
And loved him as much as I,
I left them to rest in blissful post-coital slumber,
And returned to my bed and the warmth of Luke, my eldest son.

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another fantasy poem inspired by our Christmas family gathering. In case you are wondering Both the girls referred to, are above the legal age of consent.