Wednesday, January 6, 2021

Overheard at Table 4: Kindness



The way her hands moved over him in the dark.

She knew he hadn't been with a woman in years, not since the death of his wife.

Her leg over his legs.

Her fingers, cautious.

It was a kindness, really.

This sharing of the sadness, 

reawakening of the body


written for #Erotica280 Prompt 472

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