sweetness of innocence
When the women took off their tops, we stopped to admire their tits. Mature. Not flabby, like both the men’s bellies. Though they say they don’t mind a bit.
Baring it all to each other is another way of lowering walls. What matters is pleasure, not judging by measure, of the innocence young in us all.
Thus we dine on the deck in the buff. Room enough for dessert to come. The culinary theme, cherry pie with sweet cream, we eat ’till all lips are stuffed.
Evening lingers dancing on deck, under the speck of glowing full moon. Stay as long as you like and dance through the night, for dawn always comes too soon.
