Thoughts Of What She Might Have Missed

The skin was bare and envious, raked with
bumps of gooseflesh where a cooling
breeze assailed its fleshy ampleness.

The young man stared, he’d never
thought to witness such a bounty and
declared his willingness to be interred

right there, enfolded in the pliant mounds.
She took him by the ears and kissed him
senseless, buried him between her breasts

and held him tight. If he never saw the light
of day or breathed again she’d made his
happiness complete, saved the sheets from

messy smears his cheekiness would surely
seek, a cheekiness that made her weak
and easy to surmount, but thankfully her

flout of tits had dulled his wits. She listened to his
peaceful snores which lulled her dreams and
thought of what she might have missed.
© I.D. Carswell 2007