Between Cousinly Sheets - Rewrite
Between Cousinly Sheets
“How do you like me in my barmaid outfit?”
I reply, “It looks more like a French maid get up.
But yes, I like it very much.”
Ro says, “Just imagine you missed your flight
and I’m your bar girl there to keep your mind
on my legs and off business.”
“Oops, I dropped my wallet
between the couch pillows.
Oh man, it’s stuck deep down in the frame.
Damn. The fixes I get in. I need my ID
for the blues concert at the bar tonight.
I don’t want to let you down Rowena” I say.
“Cousin let me help you.
You look like you could use a hand.”
“I’ll leave it to you the expert.
My hands are so burly I can’t reach down there.”
“No problem Johnny. Ah, I think I’ve snagged it.
There you go.”
“Rowena, I notice you’re still kneeling on the floor.
Your skirt is riding up.”
I reach down and pop her bottom
With a swoop of my hand
The first smack is followed by five more
And she looks back at me
With her eyes wide and her mouth in an O
Like a girl on fire with the Holy Spirit
Whose charismatic soul just got a new fiery tongue
She says, “Sorry I tempted you with my hosiery.”
I reply, “We’ll take this to your boudoir.
There we can flesh out the details
of your surrender.”
She swallows and says, “We’re eighteen.
But alas we’re still second cousins.”
I answer, “As your older cousin by a few months
It is my responsibility to keep you behaving.”
I peer into her eyes which are warm and inviting.
With another splash of my hand
Her rose petal bottom sparks us at contact.
“Did you feel that? Boy, we made electricity.”
Her idea is born.
“Your bed will be the stage for my apologetics.”
Ah, I can feel your body heat
so close. How I’d like to feel you against me
but we have to remember we’re related by blood.”
Rowena’s golden curls are illuminated
by late afternoon sunshine and splash
in splendor across her silk pillow like an angel’s halo.
I say, “I can smell the scent of your perfume.
Lavender if I’m not mistaken.”
She teases, “I wore it for you.”
I feel the surge of strange desires immersed
in her sensual aura and her hand finds my home.
I say, “Hey, don’t jack my beanstalk.
Your cousinly touch doesn’t belong down there.”
She replies, “The day is dawning when something
as natural as pleasuring my cousin
is my menu of choice.”
Rowena lets her fingernails lightly graze my zipper.
“Does that feel good Johnny?
Remember to wait until you are alone
to finish what I started.
Mom will send me to the pastoral counselor
if she catches us red-handed.
Can you imagine me having to confess
my urges to that old man?
He’d take more than a professional interest
in my fantasies if I know men.”
“Temptress, bare your derriere
for a private pillory.”
“I know I’ve tempted my very own cousin.
I deserve a good bottom warming.”
Rowena lifts up her hips and pulls her dress up
to her waist. I gaze hungrily at her.
She slinks her undies down her thighs
and bares her pubis to me. I lick my lips.
She wriggles her cotton
down her thighs and ankles.
She rolls with her luscious ivory derriere
And presses her sweet nothings
into her sinuous pear-shaped curve of hips
where they arc softly into her valley of secrets.
Her beseeching expression
is one of a desperate need for male guidance.
She says, “Teach me what it means to be a woman.
Spank me until my bottom turns pink
like the first blush of dawn.”
The stimulation of my hands upon her
is designed to open her pores to breathe.
Her muscles ripple in sweet undulation
As my slaps grow into a rhapsody of musical notes
From firecracker noise and her earthy moans
Her body wrestles with an imaginary anaconda.
She screams my name
into the vat of genetic memory.
When the tickle of my thistle on her bare skin
Turns into an epic spanking
Strong enough to provoke her inner cat
Into purrs of satisfaction
Her celestial orbs licked by ribbons
from my hand’s warmth.
She sinks her sweaty buttocks
into the mattress
with euphoria written in her glazed eyes.
A smile glows on her face.
“You took my lipstick down a few notches.
As an offering to the male deity
I’ll make you strawberry shortcake
for such a heated humble pie.”
“I can’t offer you the Bahamas
But I know a little place down the hallway.”
“You are the moonlight that gazes
into my heart when I bathe in a shamrock sea.”
“Let’s bubble bath together.”
“I am your blushing bride.
Our honeymoon begins in the tub.”