ON YOU IN ME (HIS STORY)

This was inspired by Rose (Lookawaynow)'s poem, "On you in me.. see?"  This imagines the man's side in the drama.
 
It is a memory I treasure,
Discovering new heights of pleasure.
You said you’d been doing exercise
To improve the toning of your thighs,
Adding “Instead of going to bed,
Let’s do it differently instead.”
 
On the deck you put a yoga tape.
This you’d played when getting into shape.
A sense of unfolding mystery,
Through its mystic tones, took over me.
Your moves were as agile as a cat
As I saw you move about the flat.
 
We embraced, stripping each other bare
Then you bade me sit in the chair,
Just in front of the radiator
Whose warming of the room came greater.
I saw the lusty look in your eyes
As you noticed my bare manhood rise.
 
You stepped back, said “Geronimo!”
Then at me you pounced, yourself to throw
Upon my loins you landed astride,
So my member could move deep inside.
As we became one, one upon one,
The music, food of our love, played on.
 
The smooth, firm feel of the inverse Y
Had me praising you into the sky,
As did the way that you bounced each breast,
Stiffly against my hair covered chest.
You firmly gripped the chair’s wood arms
As I spread kisses upon your charms.
 
I sneaked a peep in the mirror ahead,
Took in the shape of your rump, rounded.
A loose shock of your long, dark, head hair
In my face ended my ‘cheeky’ stare,
As your head leant over my shoulder,
Each other’s desires past a smoulder.
 
I spread my hands on your back and rump,
While you pressed, repeating like a pump.
You writhed your good hips up and down
Until in juices my loins did drown.
Your climactic smile beamed so supreme,
You joked; “I’m the cat that’s got the cream!”