Like Water

Nebulae

For sure my belly was like a waterbed, tender and smooth to the touch, undulating to the slightest press. A little here, a little there, he said. You have some hidden over here, he said. And he whispered in my ear that I need no practice. Then he sampled the contours of my auricles and everything else around it, and then a subtle plunge down into the unassuming orifice. Pleasantly surprised, I would say I've never had it in the ear before, not like that.

And for sure he reminded me of water. Effortless in his approach, calming in his caress. And I couldn't help but think how at that age, having newly graduated from the same, I only knew so much. 

My morning cup would have requested a refill.