She wasn't aware

What I had been doing

Sitting behind her

As the literary event unfolded on the stage

She was oblivious

To my arousal

It was not her

But her cascading tresses

Which fell near my knees

Surreptitiously, I took her tresses

And inhaled their fragrance

Every pore of mine glistened with gems

Gingerly I caught her hair

And feathered them on my bulge

The waves of pleasure

That swept across my flesh

Was no less than the act of consummation

I released

And released her tresses

As the event was about to end.

©LR