Unclothed

We cuddled in the bed

They on top

I, underneath

Huddled on a cold lump of nakedness

My pride looking on with undisguised shame

 

She sighed with sated passion

Wishing the night would not end

I sighed with unbated passion

Wishing the night had never begun

 

He heard both;

So a sated

Unbated

Tremulous sigh

He sighed

 

A frail attempt with one sound

To underscore hers

And

Undermine mine

 

And for a tiny second, all was quiet…

 

And for a slightly less tiny series of seconds,

All was not quiet…

 

Then for an unending second…

 

Our eyes met

The naked woman on top

The naked one underneath

And the man

The naked man

Enshrouded in an unclothed lie.

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4 Comments

    1. I thought it was too but on closer scrutiny it is clear that it’s just ‘her’ and this chap. She’s underneath, but she would rather be on top. Her pride is the one on top looking down on her (in more ways than one) showing her how much more enjoyable it would be on top. If she was on top her passion would be sated!

      Moral of the story, women prefer to be on top.

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