About Last Night

Holding a half-filled cup of cold, morning coffee... daydreaming... and not thinking about last night.

Not remembering the fire in your eyes... for me... or the taste of your kisses. Your cologne isn't still lingering in my mind. I'm not smiling while making the bed; smelling fresh linens, or remembering what happened on the other ones. I don't still feel echoes of your strong arms around me. And I'm not still missing the firmness of your hard hand, or later... your harder need pressing against mine.

No... I am not smiling... and definitely not still thinking about last night.

Hush

Hushed kisses shared in the afterglow. Breathing becoming more steady. We change
positions.

Holding both wrists above your head in my strong grasp; you struggle as my
feather light kisses travel down your sensitive ticklish body. You writhe below
me. I gently nip. You giggle, squirming even more.

"Hush, my love."

But senses have been heightened by the evening's passion. Nerve endings have
been freshly ignited. Silence and stillness is no longer an option.

Smiling wryly, my free hand smacks your tender thigh to still you. You laugh
even harder at the swat.

Romantic mood broken.

"Oh, hush!"

A Lie By Any Other Name

It wasn't exactly fibbing. Perhaps equivocation. Not really a fabrication. Just maybe sorta hedging. Wasn't a cover-up. It was just a little bit... maybe... untrue... ish. Not indisputable prevarication... or... intentional obfuscation... just quibbling evasive misleading distortion... unintentional misrepresentation of facts... kinda. Merely innocent little white... not big ugly hurtful... a small teeny tiny miniscule... hardly worth mentioning...

Caught. Thinking about it in the corner. Pants down. A hairbrush in one hand; a paddle in the other. Choose. It makes a difference, how? THINK. Think about: respect, honesty, trust, love.

"Are you ready to discuss your...?"

Stupid lies.