October 2022

By J. Fisher

the blue of

her eyes matched

her two-piece suit

which arched, taut 

struggling to contain

the sweat acreage 

of her cinnamon skin. 

most likely it was

the high mix

of humidity and

sugar cane alcohol 

that convinced me

the rivulets of

perspiration running astride 

down her thighs 

was a left-

over of fast

paced furious, carnivorous fucking

and, that the seam

of her puckered 

bikini bottom would be

a swamp of

cum and lust.

I could fairly feel

the wet resistance, then

the sure surrender 

that would meet 

a resolved suitor there.

she caught my

stare and, with

one hand traced

a lazy swoop with

her fingers over

the sergeant nipples off

her tiny breasts.

her smile told me

I was completely correct 

and that my kind

could sure wonder, yet

never know the

ratcheting pleasures she

stored down there.