Train Station

A look a smile a glint of eye,
Two grown people but so shy.
We speak we chat, only on this and that
Sitting together a subtle touch,
The sort we grownups love so much.

We have a drink a nice red wine,
But not as good as when his lips met mine,
Bodies close skin to skin,
Languid laughter love making begins,

A hooded look as she licks her lips,
She leas down  over his hardness and her tongue flicks,
Beaded moisture her lips taste
She makes certain not to haste.

A look to his face says so much,
I am glad he enjoys my teasing touch.
But not a man to have all the fun,
Oh my goodness what have I done!!

He pulls me to him and down he slips
Of my honeyed  bounty now he sips.
I bite my lip to stop a scream,
It doesn't work mmm his tongues a dream.

Face to face he nudges my thighs aside,
Then I feel him deep inside.
Smooth as velvet hard as steel,
Mmm I am so glad this is real.

We smile we look we sip more wine,
Still locked together his lips meet mine.
He holds me tight against his chest,
The pressure builds inside my breast.

Harder and faster we move our hips,
Holding tight lest we slip.
A final look in each others eyes,
An exquisite roar from both we cry.

We lay together bodies locked tight,
This feels so good it feels so right.
We slowly dress  knowing I must go
Both of us wishing it wasn't so.

More time together we both seek,
So again we hope soon to meet.
We say goodnight and go our ways,
Knowing both want to stay.

He seeks my eyes with a gentle look
His knowing smile at the Train Station is all it took.