AT HOME AFTER THE DATE

“The date is over, she’s alone with you..” – Torednedone, “Be Thorough”

(This poem takes its theme from these lines, in the “How To compilation” of sex tips by Deborah Lee.)

Having arrived home from their date,
The man canoodled with his mate.
Things had moved on, they’d talked enough,
They helped each other’s clothes come off.
She, ever the seductive flirt,
Slowly unbuttoned her man’s shirt.
Then she got his trousers unzipped,
When, with “A big boy now!” she quipped.
He pawed her breasts through her silk blouse,
Her still-clad nipples to arouse.
He dropped his socks and underpants,
Spurring the mutual advance.
He loosed, pulled off her high-heeled shoes,
As he caught the smell of her ooze.
He unbuttoned the mini-skirt,
Which dropped to floor (brushed clean of dirt).
Both sides’ adrenalin did race,
Quickening up the passion’s pace.

She pulled her top over her head.
In minutes they were in the bed
When he’d relieved her of her bra,
Caressed her breasts till she moaned “Aaaaahhh!”
And knickers and stockings had come
Down, with assistance from his thumb,
With which he deftly pinched her clit
Till she was, no buts, “up for it”.
He thrust her long, smooth legs apart,
Then his entry of her could start.
In the bed they began to rock
As loins and legs did interlock,
Until at length the couple came
At the peak of their bedroom game,
Then they took things light and slow
As they lay in the after-glow
Before the couple fell asleep
In an embraced, naked, wet heap.