Why do men always look at women’s asses? she asks. Not just her ass, I say. Then what? Her hips. […]

It may be 2 or 3 AM. She looks as exhausted as when I woke her, but a different kind […]

· · old ····lovers—even the bed creaks before and ········after · · Redbud | February 15 2017

· Not in me! Not inside, she cries knowing, at that instant, there’s nothing I’d rather do. · just ····in […]

· Here? she asked. Right now? she asked again. I’ll just lift the back of your dress, just a little; […]

· · back ····to the dance-floor—her hips swinging with my ········come · · Redbud | February 12 2017

· She wakes me, midwinter, herself waking from incommunicable dreams. She digs her nails into my chest, straddles my hips, […]

· Thinking of spring, of you having nothing to wear while your dress dries in a sunny afternoon. · your […]

· Do you imagine me? she asks. Yes. Doing what? Begging me to come in you. She bites her lip. […]

· · even ····after washing—in every panty her lover’s ········odor · · Redbud | February 8 2017

· I stand behind her, a hand at the back of her neck, the other at the base of her […]

· · her ····hair as my come fills her mouth—static ········electricity · · Redbud | February 5 2017

· So, she says, about, you know, being bad. Very bad. She’s on hands and knees, head down, ass up, […]

· That was bad, I said. How bad? I almost came. I know, she closed the car door and licked […]

· What if I deserved it? she asks. Deserved what? You know, she says, what if I really deserved it. […]