Sitting outside in the dark,
bare feet pushed
into the warm sand,
I gaze up at the night sky
and there is Venus sitting
right in the lap of Scorpio.
I think of you.
The evening breeze
gently cools my skin
and suddenly I am there right beside you,
on the rug in the garden,
both of us smiling dozily
in the still afternoon.
You rouse me from my laziness
and still half stoned we pedal into the fading light,
down to the waters’ edge to be part of the sunset.
We laugh and talk and kiss and pet
then snuggle up as the evening falls around us.
The stars begin their twinkling
and Venus magically shines so bright.
You pull up my skirt and expose my bare skin
to the moonlight and the salty air.
Kissing me tenderly,
you fuck me intensely
and the cool evening breeze caresses my thighs.
You suck my nipples and make me cry out
just as the birds coo their last goodnight.
Back on our bicycles, we cruise home
whizzing round the corners, free wheeling all the way
my heart bursting.
*An over-educated expat Brit, artist, poet, writer, etc, living in the Northern Territory, Australia (28 yrs with brief interlude of 2 yrs in New Zealand). Worked in Aboriginal education at the Red Centre for 25 years. Currently, working as a counselor and therapist.