I look in the mirror....

(Another poem inspired by Lyrical Diva's "Erotic Climb".)

I look into the mirror. What do I see?
A randy husband at the back of me,
Wanting to whisk me off to marriage bed,
At thought of which I'm going hot and red.
His attention is not uninvited,
For we're both naked and he's excited.

His arms grip me firmly round my waist,
My bare fresh-bathed skin he starts to taste.
Revelling in our shared reflection,
And tickled by his pert erection,
I lean back against his sturdy frame,
Writhing, and humming bars of "Je t'aime".

I know well the things he has in mind
When caressing my body from behind.
My nipples sprout and my vagina's juiced,
Proclaiming readiness to be seduced.
He lets me turn around to kiss his face,
Then launch into a passionate embrace.

I jump to wrap my legs around his waist
And urge him: "Take me to - in - bed, post haste!"
There he carries me, holding up my rump,
Towards the bed, where we begin to hump.
The mirror is left, unattended, to
Simply reflect my husband's rear view!