learning each other

her parents worked during the day
so we had the entire summer to
explore each other’s bodies
young fingers painting imaginary lines
sometimes pausing to explore a scar or freckle

we stripped down and I laid on my back as she took
my ‘thing’ in her hands and
kind of turned it back and forth
from one palm to the other
examining each growing detail of it

her licking, kissing and smiling at me stopped
then it was my turn to examine her, completely
I ran my fingertips from her mouth to her breasts
to the bottoms of her feet then upwards to and across her inner thighs
then stopping to open and explore her, learning facts and dismissing fiction

our young smooth skin has aged and lightly wrinkled
now and the boy and girl now have boys
and girls of our own, but nothing,
nothing can compare to those days just laying there
and not being ashamed of our bodies

sometimes we talk and laugh about those days
when it was just us, in love and lusting for each other
before we started getting old and boring
remembering when sex was more than 10 minutes
of grunting followed by 8 hours of snoring

we were young, love was new and fun- and so were we
before the affairs, before the kids and before we grew so cold