Yehudit lay on the grass
Yehudit plucked at a stem
mouthed it
sucked
mused on Benny
lying on his back
sky gazing
she eyed him
took in his hair
quiff of hair
hazel eyes gazing
she said
wrong week for us
he looked at her
brown eyes deep brown
wanted to
but unable
he said
that's how it goes
a female thing
she nodded
touched his arm
felt him
he said
another time maybe
thought of that time
in the hay barn
wet day
mice at play
she turned
and lay close to him
sensing him close
and wanted to
but not able
remember the hay barn?
he said
eyeing her
fingers touching
her high thigh
she did
she remembered it well
those mice everywhere
as we did
she said
he moved
his fingers upward
sensing her bottom
fingers motion
she took off his hand
laid it beside him
not now
don't tease
she said
he kissed
her forehead
eyelids
nose
lips
she lay back
lay legs straight together
he leaned over her
saw himself
in her eyes
breath on him
lips on hers
lay here
she said
here on my breast
he lay there
heartbeat
beating heart
he lay wishing
she'd spread apart.
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