Velvet
by Harper the Fox, author of Wandering Lust
my head easing back in your lap,
nested against your hips
we are naked
I run my hands up and down myself,
pleasure dripping from my fingertips
your palms pet
the velvet-soft of my skin,
up and down, over and under—
your erection throbs,
pushing through my hair
knocking, soft, against my cheek
your hand brushes across my face
and I begin to suck your thumb—
your skin, sweet like honey
the moment rolls away from us, easy,
gently ambling and turning
all the way to the horizon
a bliss
abandoned by tension
here, there are only
relaxed muscles
happy pulses
and a shower of kisses, up and down
your thighs