she was covered in freckles

i used to love to play connect the dots with my tongue

some of the places i performed gymnastics with my tongue were freckle free but i didn’t mind pretending

and she loved to play as well

writhing on the egyptian cotton

she would casually walk into the room and pretend to pick something up in front of me

or just touch her toes

all with a mesmerizing sway of her hips

she knew exactly how to flaunt her assets

and i was powerless to her persuasions

but she would sometimes stare into space

lost in thought

and turn to me out of the blue and ask my opinion on whatever random folly she pursued

when my head was pounding she would let me nestle on her chest and read out loud to calm the raging seas

we would sit together

her feet on my lap

and we would laugh through the night at some insane thing we found hilarious

she was covered in freckles

and I lived to play connect the dots with my tongue

i could spend hours taking her to the brink and slowing down

she hated the frustration but loved the ending

writhing on the egyptian cotton