I write cursive on legal pads.

Clothing

Added on by D.S. Hooker.
By the night’s end, our friend passed out across the room
having had his fill of the Sangria;
I yelled his name to be sure as you laughed into my breast.

You asked for me to suck your cock—I was pensive,
Hesitant with ignorance,
Though you taught a gentle method;

Soft gestures easing my struggles,
A kindness I felt undeserving
But was only your nature.

“An example of how it’s done,”
 As you giggle, eager to turn, falling into me,
Then I you; a confession you had wished to feel.

I woke, some hours later,
Not to nakedness as I was accustomed,
But to you clothing my chest.