her clit  was very much
                           like a lightly salted potato chip

fashioned  in his mind  as a curl of Norwegian Wood

he could have been accused of being a degenerate

fondling and licking her as he did  tenderly
                                               fearful he might break it

though somehow it seemed to him he had to it was required of him
                                                                        to reconstitute it

reconstitute Her

so it and she would be sustained beyond him finding them

                                                              quite honestly
by accident

she was oblivious swinging on a playground swing in a white yellow and blue floral dress drawn neatly down on her fanny and along her thighs 

she was happy gay utterly lost in her head and play

then despite him thinking his eyes were playing a trick on him  he paused

he watched as a shadow crossed out of a zigzagged line of elms encircling the lush grassy field beyond

and entered the playground seemingly intent on her 

once inside the playground it went quickly around the fixed apparatuses at her

he cried to her as he broke into a run hopeless to intercede 

the shadow buffaloed her at the bottom of the swing when her speed was its most exhilarating

she spun out of the slung canvas seat pell-mell  tumbling

tucking her head instinctively

drawing her arms and legs up reflexively

trying to minimized the inevitable hurt

she pinballed pinwheeled and stopped in a heap at the foot of a steel slide

while the shadow fled
stole away into the field

disappearing from of his periphery

 

her dress was up high over her hips

her panties torn down around her bloodied knees

stripped from the elastic that remained wound like a pretty rubberband around her middle

her knees were bent up static  then shaking

they collapsed and fell aside

--   Can I help

he asked unnerved

not that she could answer

she was dazed and confused

her brow hadnt even formed itself in an attitude of concern or pain

it was smudged with sandy dirt and wood chip chatter  residue

her right hand stuttered  incoherently

attempting he thought modesty at her nakedness

but not clutching

                

her wrist bumped at her naked hip

he went to grasp her dresss hem but she flailed at him

--   Let me cover you

No she mumbled 

blindly her hand caught his wrist gobbled his hand under hers and pushed it down between her legs

he cupped her warm split

felt its curled edge a very thin Norwegian Wood a sliver against his palm

she moaned

her brow still smooth untroubled

he stroked her very gently with his thumb

she responded

                  glistened

her hand fell back atop his hand again

she pushed it aside atop her hip

its bone rounded like a dull hatchet under his palm

she wiggled her hips

moaned 

he moved his face moved his mouth over her neat mons

she smelled of flowers like the print on her dress

he stroked her clit with his nose

one side

the other

run his cheek and jaw

one side

then the other

breathed inhaled and exhaled over her 

kissed
         one side

then the other

her moan caught in her throat

caught again
              and twisted enamoured into a thin coloured sigh

hed gone out early that evening to enjoy a walk

then by accident
                    enjoyed a curl a slip  of Norwegian Wood

late Friday evening,  3  4. 15

1434,  Monday,  6  4. 15