The leaves & twigs, as I poured, clung to my penis: I was going to stick it in Miranda's ass, but then I (enrapt)  happened to find within the blankets & covers a large box of these natural condoms. We are in the front yard, on a sort of detached pateo under the canopy of large neighborhood trees, kaleidoscopic rays momentarily illuminate parts of our bodies. There are a few stairs leading up to us; We perform at the shoulder height of an economically sized man. This I suddenly realize, is not the first time we have slept together, she seems to be oblivious of this fact.
  The neighborhood looks perpetually maintained, but there is never anyone about. Most of the houses are stories with the bottom floor depressed several feet in from the upper slab's face. All their driveways are inter- connecting roads & small one story shacks occupy the in-between blocks, as though they were being protected; just as we are elevated from any kid's possible view whether playing in an adjacent yard or gazing out of their second story bedroom window. And none of the kids were likely to be ours anytime soon, because the first coming I feel was sheathless & now my penis is encased in this cocoon, it would be at home -with this disguise- hanging from a branch of an evergreen tree. It still feels despite it's adornment & she seems to respond to it as being neither ruff nor irregular but as something fulfilling just the same without it involving any future aside from the immediate (& that is immemorial).