Hickory Dickory

Listening to the rain song of the shower water
Drumming the floor beneath your feet relaxes
Me into a wave of gratitude.
For you.
For me.
For your life.
For mine.

Like a text message delivered from the universe:
"Good Life"...
(then)
..."Comes Easy".

That's it?.
I scrawl it into my notebook on the headboard with an Expo dry erase marker.
So romantic!

As I'm about to cum, you come
Into the room with your towel only
Draped over your shoulders like a superhero cape.
Your handsome silhouette helping me climax...

"It smells like burning plastic," you say.

I giggle.

"No really, it does."

I laugh from my belly.

Buzzz...is the only noise...as I silently keep my secret just a second longer.

I giggle again.

You say, "Are you burning it up?"

I say, "It's my dry erase marker!"

You say, "What?! A dry erase marker?!"

All I could do is cry with laughter.

"I thought you were on fire..."

You turn,
I explode.

You hate the smell
I love the scent.

You and I are so different but love each other all the same.


Midnight musings
Uncovered
Undercovers

The clock strikes twelve......................hickory dickory dock.