Max

Meet at Ruth Chris for steak, crab, and red wine. There will be a bottle at the bedside upon our return. Audrey Hepburn’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s hangs above. A lengthwise mirror south and Bayview window westward. I’m poised in the chaise meanwhile you are delicately undressing. The zipper is stuck. I am delighted to help. I’m fidgety. My fingers are caressing the small of your back. I lean forward to kiss and lick your scent.