Angry


The room
was as bright as the midnight
light
that shadowed the secrets
of the four walls
and neither the breeze from the open window
or the darkness
could relieve the tension of the sensual heat
that had been lingering
since she tossed the covers aside
revealing
the delicate curve of her spine
as it flowed towards her perfectly shaped . . .

She teased him,
intentionally,
offering a moan to interrupt the silence
as she stretched
and then turned
making sure she touched him
just
ever
so slightly

He tossed
then turned
and then
tossed again for good measure
so she would know
he was aroused

“Mmm,” she stretched again, “So are you still angry?”

Good one!