the fall of velvet¹ plum points and umber aureolae remember living

    forget cool evening air kisses the rush of

    liberation freed from the brassiere

    forget the cupping of his hands the pleasure

    his eyes looking down/anticipating

    forget his mouth. his tongue at the nipples

    his intense hungry nursing

    forget sensations which begin either on the right or the left.

    go thru the body linger between thighs

    forget the space once grasped during his ecstasy

    sweet sweet mama you taste so