today

today, i drive around on my errand run and view all the spaghetti strapped, sunglassed women out for their morning hike about town, getting their daily dose of light exercise, maintaining their many wonderful forms. and i take in tan lines, well-shaped bottoms and am reminded of how much i want to feel the hyper-sexuality of younger years. i try to remember/imagine how wonderful it feels to have this woman, standing in front of me, leaning back into me, my lips doing their line dance down her neck, along her clavicle, my moustache and teeth joining in the soft touches, moving that strap to allow me more skin, more skin to kiss and coddle.
how my hands roam from belly to breasts, from hip to thigh to twixt the legs. yes remembering the slow acquiescing grind of her hips, her ass against me and mine. me getting harder, fitting into the crack of her sumptuous ass. remember the sounds she makes when one hand taps outside of her clit, clit, clit as the my other hand tweaks her nip. nip. nip.
try to remember how these tender, heat-bearing moments are a precursor of more and more to come, and are in and of themselves all that i need to feel the sexuality that i want this moment, today.