The couch was warm.
The bikini was small.
Perfect for this shoot.

I laid down slowly.
Felt his eyes more than the camera.

He cleared his throat.
Said, “Athena, arch your back a little more…”
I did.

Then I asked,
“Is that how you like it?”

He laughed. Nervous.
“You know exactly what you’re doing.”

I looked over my shoulder.
Whispered,
“Then capture it… before I change my mind.”

His hands shook a little.
The flash didn’t.