In the Nighttime

By: Suzy Suburbanite

It was so very familiar,
that aroma was.
I knew it as joy--
as an exciting release.

Familiar yet foreign,
that odor was.
I’ve known it since I was ten,
as a nighttime fantasy.

“Good girls sleep with their hands above the covers,”
Mother said.
So, I knew that I was bad,
in my nighttime ecstasy.

Her stink was exciting and familiar;
my hands were on her breasts.
And, for that first time,
in the nighttime…

I licked my lover’s cunt.

-----End of In the Nighttime------