Saturdays

Head gently tucked under my chin.
A few hair strands still wild, untamed by the teeth of a comb.
The fruity scent of shampoo creeps into my nostrils.
It slowly climbs, releasing it's permeating fumes.
She kisses my jaw line.
Her lips like hot meteors of flesh.
Though big, they're soft as the cotton picked by my ancestors.
I rest my hands on hips and thigh.
A thick mountain of love.
A tower of seductive flesh.
Her hand on top of mine.
Smooth and delicate.
Assuring and comforting.
Our fingers twist around one another locking.
I'm hers, she's mine.
Our moment.
What a beautiful Saturday.