Just a drabble jotted as I listen to a fave song.
"...the children of the earth, they looked like two girls rolled up in one..."
-Origin of Love
She rolled atop me; legs fitting around mine so I could feel the warmth of her, curls of hair damp, pressed against my thigh. She always felt safer this way, with her soft, giving belly covered and I liked the heat of her under my hand, fingertips idly tracing her body.
I felt her chin lift from my chest as she looked at me.
I bent my knee, bringing her closer to my mouth and increasing the pressure against her. Kneading her stinging cheeks with a stinging hand, I had my answer.