a Sunday intrusion...an abduction

The intrusion…an abduction

The Sunday afternoon peace intimidated into thoughts near addictive.

The soft skin of a willing lover, the warmth of surrender, a lust raw.

Yet, so cruelly passionately soft, caressing, alluring, in its innocent presentation of need.

How dare she intrude...

Her thighs straddling his legs.  

Her sweet nectar deep within her womanness.

Soft…a pantiline clinging to that mound…hovering above his hardness.

The Sunday sun, all of a sudden too hot.

The afternoon too quiet...

No longer the appeal in the solitary peace felt a few minutes ago.

A welling of frustrated anger at himself for daring to be dragged into thoughts erotic.

His fists clenching against his desire to indulge deeper.

A sudden urge to jump up and growl ...

 eyes sharp... focused.

He would have .

Sunday would end the way it should ….being a part of her world.

RB.