HOWZAT IN 1997.

TWO WOMAN IN IRELAND IN 1997 IN BED AND IN LOVE

How was Brian?
Una said,
laying beside Nuala
in her bed.

He was all right,
Nuala said,
staring at Una's eyes,
feeling her body
close to her.

Did he ask
where you were going?
Una said.

I said I was seeing
an old school friend
Nuala said, pushing
thoughts of her husband
away as best she could.

Can you stay the night?
Una asked.

No, not tonight,
Nuala said,
That one night
was just a one off
after the party
and he expected me
to be away overnight,
but it would be too risky
to try it again.

Una smiled,
I guess so,
she put her hand
on Nuala's hip,
her fingers walking
moved over Nuala's buttock.

Nuala closed her eyes,
pushed images
of Brian away
as she sensed
Una's fingers touching
and stirring up sensations.

She kissed Una's lips,
warm, moist,
sensed herself dampening,
relaxing, getting hot,
feeling with her own hands,
like some blind mole,
areas of Una's flesh,
moving into hills
and crevices,
knowing she didn't
do this with Brian,
and he did nothing
like this to her
even at his most passionate.

Una spread her wide,
opened her up
like a shell,
as if she was an oyster
to be sucked out
and up and gone.

Brian's 2 minute love making
did not compare,
it was just not there,
it was a romp at best,
a one-sided blow
through at worse.

Nuala felt happiness
explode within her,
yet she felt tearful,
dishonest, a betrayer,
a Judas to Brian.

Una swam in
the liquidy paradise,
moved between thighs
as in a vast sea
of passion and hotness,
her former lover Stu
was not like this,
she was a cold fish
in a Norwegian port,
a neurotic nymph
who lay and fucked
then lay and cried
and quick dried then died.

Nuala sensed her breasts
touched and kissed and sucked.

Brian rarely did,
unless he was hanging
in there for a foreplay,
on the odd day.

Una lay with Nuala
in her arms, exhausted,
hot, sweet, sweating,
damp, with her cheek
against her breast
like a babe at rest.