Off on a Tangent
Bow, arrow, aim – only with practiced power, true mastery is gained. Impatience will lead the arrow off on a tangent. A bow held with too much power may snap.
He – curved inwards ever so gently, the perfect bow, smooth and shining, crowned with a milky pearl. She – arching her hips, opening herself to him, wishing to draw the tangent of his arrow to the aim of her desire.
He reached below her, cupped the sweet swelling of her buttocks, braced, thrust, power perfectly controlled.
The arrow flew true.
Together they came, their shared aim reached easily in this desirous game.