Feel the hardwood under your knees, so unforgiving, bruising the bone, despite the soft dappled light of leaf shadows, their intimacy shimmering in through the bay of my windows.

My hands push the lace hem of your short silk chemise up off your thighs and onto your hips, revealing the fragile lattice of your frail thong.

My fingers flirting, following the fringe, scuffing the edges of your sex and begging their way in. Curling and tugging, stretching the gusset, until you’re giving in, lost to the unveiling.