I remove my clothes with the same deliberate intent as a snake shedding its skin. She has done likewise and now reclines on the bed, a vision that sparks primal urges within me. My muscles tense, and my spirit is lost in the turmoil.

Who can deny God’s existence? Can the mundane dance of bored sperms toward a languid egg truly account for such a breathtaking masterpiece?

Indeed, she is a canvas, a masterful creation that has traversed the skilled hands of the divine. How else could you explain the exquisite precision of her contours, the strategic placement of curves that defy description?

Her smile is an invitation, blending youthful innocence with a seductive allure. The tension heightens. Such a smile could only grace a youthful face. Only lips unmarred by life’s harshness could carry such charm. She is but sixteen.

Sweet sixteen, I muse, as though the thought is new to me. Yes, she is precisely that—a sweet sixteen.

But sweet sixteens ought to be immersed in their studies, not in viewing a man’s nakedness. At this hour, they should be assisting their mothers in the kitchen.

Thus, disregarding the transaction completed moments ago; I zip up my trousers—despite the resistance from my aroused state—fasten my belt and depart without heeding the puzzled look on her innocent face.

Exhaling into the cold night, I am convinced that this is indeed the most profound way to make love.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

John “Penwielder” Ebute is a Nigerian medical student, who is passionate about using the power of the pen to influence and inspire his world. His works have appeared in Arts Lounge Magazine, Joints Anthology and elsewhere.