Translucent

Translucent.

I can see the hue of your ass cheeks when the light pierces the sheen of your yoga pants
and I can envision your glistening flesh
fresh out of the shower
after you've spent the latter part of the waning daylight hours
prone or on all fours as I tongued a salacious soliloquy upon the slickening sheaths of skin concealing
that tiny, tender treasure of tremble-inducing sensation.

Then
when I move atop you,
you'd curse so sweetly as I plunge in deeply
and we'd both blindly take hold of your swelling breasts.

Then
caressing, squeezing and over-stimulating each other
we'll share exerted breaths
as your mouth envelops mine and vice versa
while our tongues feverishly intertwine.

Then
as viscous, bittersweet rivulets trickle down your thighs
you'd cry out for me to cum inside you
and surging deeper, pushing faster I would comply
before we'd collapse into a contented pile.

Then
slowly,
reluctantly
I'd withdraw from within you
and we'd watch the looming twilight through the softly fluttering curtains.

Translucent.