December 2021

Over my knee –

The skirt pulled up,

White cotton panties down around the knees.

I slap and slap,

A sound like the crack of a whip

And she says Don’t and Why

But she doesn’t mean the command

Or the question,

Her eyes a little wet

And her four cheeks as red as roses.

Then, finally,

After so many sounds

Like the crack of a whip

And all that sigh and whimper

I dip two fingers in

And they come out

More than a little wet.

Her once-tense body melts toward satisfaction

And I press my hardness against her softness,

Tasting her on my fingers,