Holiday lights of red and green scatter across the living room ceiling, and walls. Paintings, photographs, and sculpture spotted in the laser ballet. In the picture window, the lights shine through, covered with our oiled body prints.
Minutes before, spread-eagled, tits smashed against the glass, as I take you from behind. Euphoric cries silent to the street, as I withdraw and spew my seed on you and the window.
Resting, regaling our dance against the glass, we lace our fingers together. A sigh heralds your fulfilled fantasy, while you hold tight, and snuggle to your spot on my chest.