The afternoon sun shines across the bed. We are in each others arms, face to face in ecstasy. I close my eyes, allowing pleasure to fill my mind and my breathing has sharpened. You finish a few strokes after me, after explosions leave my body and you claim your victory.
All I want is fresh pineapple. Cold and cut up after being in the fridge. I bring some back to bed to share. Cold pineapple and your warm kisses.