In The Stacks

You once visited me
In the library
And the librarian kept
Ordering us to be quiet
So we found a spot
In the stacks free
From prying eyes

Your ripped my shirt
And tore my skirt
In your hunger to e
Inside me but what
Is a button or two
When you are starving

Cupid’s darts danced
All around as you parted
My thighs and tasted me
Lips caressing tongues dancing
I could barely supress
My cries of ecstasy

But when you filled me
And began to move
It was all I could do not
To scream and beg
You covered my mouth
With your own

You swallowed my screams
And I swallowed yours as
You finished deep inside me
Our clothes were barely back
Together when the librarian returned

“You are so naughty,” I said
Holding my shirt together
Where once ther was buttons
“I know, “He grinned
“That is why you love me.”