her eyes are shimmering
energetic and shy
expunging tired days with the flick of a cigarette
making our way through the evening
Waiting with a beat in the distance

we've loved love that children are cared for
made safe at home with a tuck of the blanket.
on out back to the sun room,
at the thought of their comfort

I watch her hair rain onto her shoulders
singing golden light into warmth of the night.
a chance to find the same of each other
Cream Pie Angel and her Reaper in flight.

she peers up at me, asking for strength;
my own cock exposed and grasped in hand
'Honey suck me stiff and I’ll fill up your pussy'
a nightfull of seed and thriving from chance.

she helps herself down and lifts her waist
I focus toward her sticky rose,
shifting my hips to find her height
providing our needs to make her glow.