Frustration

by
Geoffrey Zimmerman

She lay her head on his shoulder
Breathed the sun from his hair
Ran her fingers across his thigh
And kissed the lobe of his ear
With delicate motion
And sensory dexterity
She felt his reaction
With her fingertips
A stiffening of his gut
And an arch in his back
While gasps escaped his quivering lips
And she grasped at what she knew would fill her
With pleasure
A rap on the door, and a screech from the mother-in-law
“Dinner is ready,” you two
Saw golden bubbles pop,
And lusty wind escape to fly away