Silk coated the plush,
your warm hands to greet me.
Soft caresses of my hair,
from a girl with hands softer.
Sunlight drifting in,
soft gold flakes dancing just for us—
warm open windows
to attract the sounds of society,
off-white, draping robes cover
lace-clad thighs—
smoother than thought possible.
All there for me to caress.
Time in molasses...
nowhere to be,
nobody to please,
except, of course, Her.
Ancient Greece was the peak Gay time tbh