The Beautifullest (Anthology)
Pure Slush Books Vol. 17
Print & e-Pub (May 2020)
Not surprisingly, I notice her naked
ass first: a beautiful ass, buttery
smooth, each cheek firm and
round, perfect, perfectly tanned,
and cellulite free. A Venus ass,
when Venus was at her prime.
A lovely ass I could easily die for
or, even uninvited, marvel at
for hours. I know this, even
with only the merest glance.
Breasts to match: also tanned,
also Aphrodite perfection, each
a perfect handful, also perfectly
naked, firmly inviting a caress
or the tender ministry of lips.
I see them for only a second
before I turn the corner, catch
only a glimpse in the mirror.
And as she recedes, I note
her perfect hips, her perfect
thighs: a pair of lover’s thighs,
not designed for running or
holding a baby on a lap; no:
thighs designed to open and
admit a lover, hold him there
until, at last, his darkness fades.
But her arms arrest me most:
She has no arms; has no arms
to wave at me as I pass,
no mannequin lips to smile,
nor eyes to see me go.