Pingo de Leite

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Amazonas, Brasil.

1982.

I'm in bed

Feet kicked up comfortably

Slung up and over a mountain of pillows I've stacked

And by flickering candlelight

I savour the taste of rich milky caramel

Irresistible

Sweet

Like summer nights with you

... My Love

My book, Healing at Home with Herbs

Still open but long forgotten at my side

Closing my eyes, I smile at the sound of approaching footsteps

And when I open them again, I'm met with the best sight:

Him

Him, pausing as he leans against the open door and admires me

Admires me the same way I admire him

Then, just as I knew he would, he shakes his head and laughs,

"... My Pingo de Leite ..."

Pingo de Leite

A muggle sweet he's quite fond of

One that he buys in bulk

And squirrels away around the house

"... Oops," I tease back

My expression one of feigned apology

Pushing off the door, he moves towards me,

Eyes fixed on me with heart fluttering intensity

"... Oops?"

He echoes the word back with equal teasing

Because that's how we've always been, after all

Despite the tragedy

Him and I

Our dynamic

Playful, teasing

That's just us

Upon reaching me, he leans down, hands pressing on either side of me, eyes locked on mine

"My Pingo de Leite ..." He repeats himself again

This time, his words delivered more slowly, more flirtatiously

In the few seconds that follow, we eye each other hungrily

A prelude to what we both know's about to happen

Let this build, yes?

Tease until we're both unable to restrain ourselves

I continue to suck slowly on the piece I've been enjoying, my eyes never leaving his, "Mmm ..."

I watch with satisfaction at the way his eyes widen at this

"... You stole my sweets. Little thief."

Biting at my lip, I whisper back, my eyes remain on his, unblinking, "... And what are you going to do about it, then?"

Laughing, he brings his lips to my neck and whispers, "... Ask politely for them back."

"Hmm..."

"Please?"

His lips, making their way slowly up and down my neck as I sigh with anticipation

"... Pleaaaaseee?"

"... So come, then. Take it."

The bag of sweets, spilled and scattered all around us

My book, fallen to the floor

Our clothes, gone

And him and I, giggling and then gasping as we lose ourselves in one another completely

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