After we ate there, you let me know, with smiles, and other wiles, it was time to go.

We took an uber back home.  The trees a collage of greys and whichever season their foliage would shelter our eyes from what manner of structures lay behind --them.  Roughly thirty minutes later, we drove up to the garage, disembarked, thanked Juanita for her service and together walked the door.

Central cluster of furniture, in neutral colours, a sense of casual disuse and almost topical clutter
-- passed by as you led me upstairs.

Afterwards, as we lay, hazel on brown orbs gazed one another; finger play, and silent laughter.
Lips met together.

Tour and banter, my comments, your answers; always your eyes, my compass needle did guide.

Awkward, -- almost anticlimax, settle in, and order out,
-- no, I offered to show my mastery
-- ah, perhaps a grocery order was the order of the day...

Still that early reassurance-seeking, under couch blanket, distracted TV watching,

-- already another lovemaking on our minds.