He fumbles with my clothing,
rushing to get them off quickly
and tossing them on the floor
next to our bed.
He tackles me,
pinning me to the sheets;
he tickles me,
touching down my sides
He kisses along past
my perfectly-maintained turf
while simultaneously
squeezing my tight end.
He advances down the field,
now done with foreplay
getting into position by
lining up with my wide receiver.
He sets his sights
on the end zone as together
we reach the goal line and
I grip tightly to his leathery skin.