Her breasts were eager to be free and alive
as her fingers stroked the glass tenderly.
The walls swayed with the rhythm of her hips
as she crossed the room.
She slipped to my side,
like a sleek ship berthing in still waters,
and slung her hip into mine.
She sipped her wine.
and her eyes held mine over the glass,
"Hey Stud", she said.
I didn't have
a snowball's chance in hell.....
© artis wilder