Sans Coulotte

Standing, mid-doorway
fantasy quickly leads
me, skirt bunched
about hips,
legs wrapped around
you supportive
atop table
brushing all aside.
High heels
scratching
grain of wood
hot hands impress
white palm
upon surface.
Unbuttoning shirt
one-by-one
mounds tease,
taunting mouth
to kiss.
Head, thrown back
body arched,
I press
into hard object
wanting more.

Above, eyes hold
beautiful.
Mind screaming:
trace tongue down
neck, cleavage, belly,
naval.  Hands seek belt,
release, full swell of
sex, bound by briefs.
A palm, around, to free:
guide, slide into hot
wet home.
Hips rise to greet,
grinding, riding
heaven bound.
Mouth moves
speechless, moans
manipulating barrier
of discernible and indiscernible,
to be smothered
by need.
Match movement,
pace by pace,
stroke by stroke,
pulse quickening
breath, mind, swirling;
until released.

Fuck me here,
Fuck me there,
Fuck me everywhere.