John Myers

in acknowledgement. My smile going unseen at the side of your head, I press my hand flat against your abdomen and begin sliding upward. As I trail towards your breasts with my palm, your shirt follows my progress, slowly revealing more and more of you to my watchful gaze. When it reaches the top of your breasts, I smile and give your ear another lick before moving away. I slip my legs over your abdomen, straddling you to get a better view of your uncovered chest. I begin sliding my fingernails along your stomach, moving slowly up to the swell