OK, I'm switching the meme to Wednesday. And which name do you like better? This one, or Exercises in Composition, or something else?
Each week, I will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. I'll also write something using the same three words and post it here. Be sure to leave a comment if you participate.
This week's words are:
One of my favorite memories of my four years with Lily is the night we fell asleep on the trampoline in the backyard.
I still lived at home. But there was no security light. No street lights nearby. The backyard was bordered by a neighbor's fence on the west side, a line of trees on the north and east, and of course, the house. All that, and a rather large tree right in the center of the yard, provided a measure of privacy.
It was a cool night, but not too cool. Actually, it was the perfect temperature, whatever that is. We laid there talking, looking up at the stars. Eventually we began to kiss. It was soft and sweet.
She began to undo my pants, as we continued to kiss. She always seemed to have a barrette or ponytail holder or something handy to pull her hair back. Lying on my back, feeling the cool night breeze against my face and arms, as she went down on me, I could think of nothing better.
After a few minutes, I stopped her. Gently pushed her over on her back and held my hand beneath her head until it came to rest on the trampoline. It was slow and passionate. Probably more because we were trying to be quiet than anything else.
When it was over, I collapsed on top of her. We both fell asleep for a little while. As many times as we made love, that was the only time it ever happened on a trampoline.
It's funny how something can make you both happy, and sad. But memories like that are worth a few tears.
"Scent of pine drifting by. Her hand traces lazy on your neck. Sunlight through the trees, recalls a better time..."