Massachusetts
it had been about a year
since I last called
and her Dad had died
so I facetimed her
to give my condolences
and as I watched her face
I felt her long soft flowing hair
the back of her neck
the joy-burst
of her lips
and continued to get
aroused
looking at her bare shoulder
above her cream-colored fuzzy
jumper
and suddenly
I proposed
that we be married to each other
about a week
once a year
and she said
Yes
now
contemplating our next rendezvous
I miss her body
remembering the glorious sight of her
riding me that warm summer in Boston
I miss her
like the sailor the late morning rise
Horror Sleaze Trash 