Writing on my iPad

I was sitting in the corner,
Sipping coffee,
Writing on my iPad.

She ask me,
“What are you writing?”

I looked up at her,
Smiled,
Winked,
Answered,
“Erotic poetry.”

She sat down,
Asked me,
“May I read it?”
While smiling,
Held out her hand,
“I like a piece of,
Smutty poetry.”
Smiled again,
Wiggled her fingers,
Tossed off,
“I not getting any,
Any other way.”

Pushed my iPad across the table.

Watched her face,
Her eyes twinkled,
Her lips smiled,
She stuck her finger in her mouth,
Sucked on it a bit,
Pulled it out,
Pointed it at me,
Wrinkled her nose,
“Really?”
“Just like that?”

I leaned back,
Smiled at her,
Nodded.

Thinking of her,
Reading what I had written,
Was giving me an erection.

Enjoying the feeling,
Enjoying the blush,
The flush,
Beginning to rise in her cheeks,
I ask if she would like to read another?

Logged in to the,
DeepUnderGroundPoetry website,
Gave the iPad back to her.

As she read,
I sipped my coffee,
Watched her flush spread,
Felt my erection grow.

She put my iPad down,
“I like what you write.”
Licked her lips,
Pressed them together,
Looked straight into my eyes,
“I’ve never ask a guy,
Anything like this.
It’s been a long time,
Since my last time.
Reading your writing,
Has turned me on,
Gotten me wet.
If you’re interested,
I live just around the corner.”

I didn’t bother to finish my coffee,
Simply stood up,
Held out my hand,
Took her hand,
Headed toward the door.

She smiled,
Whispered,
“Looking at,
The front of your pants,
I guess you are,
About as ready as I am.”

She was right about that,
And also right that she lived,
Just around the corner,
Then down a block,
Third house on the right.

She led me around back,
And in through the kitchen door.

As soon as the door shut,
I helped her off with her coat,
Hung it on a chair,
Put mine on top of her’s.

Stepped toward her,
Put one hand,
On each side of her head,
Pulled her toward me,
Kissed her lightly,
Firmly,
Just a touch of tongue,
Almost chaste,
Let her go,
Stepped back.
And waited.

She breathed in,
With a catch in the softness,
Of that indrawn breath,
Touched her fingers to her mouth,
Looked directly into my eyes,
“That was a kiss so gentle,
It was almost love.”

I answered back,
“Sex is best,
When tinted with love.”
I paused,
“I’ve seen you before,
Watched you,
Dreamed of you,
For me,
My desire,
Is tinted with,
If not actual love,
Then,
Certainly with,
The potential of love.”

She flushed,
And reached her hands to my face,
Repeated my kiss of her,
But with much more tongue,
Much longer held.

My hands caress around her,
Held her against me,
She pressed her hips against mine.

No chaste kiss this one.

Finally we separated,
Whether there was love,
Might have been in question,
But there was most certainly lust,
In major abundance,
Flaming between us.

We looked at each other,
She grabbed the waist of her sweater,
And pealed it off over her head,
It went over the back of a chair,
Quickly covered by mine,
Which was overlaid by her bra.

Another kiss,
While kissing,
I felt her hands on my waist,
Unfastening my belt,
Unbuttoning the button there,
Unzipping the zipper,
Allowing my pants to slide,
To the floor.

She pulled her mouth free of mine,
As she pushed one hand inside my shorts,
Found my erection,
She dropped to her knees,
Pushed my shorts down my legs,
Took my cock into her mouth.

While she worked with her mouth,
Her tongue,
Her lips on my cock,
Her hands were working,
My shoes, socks, pants, shorts,
Off of me.

About the time my feet were free,
I pulled her up for another kiss.

My arms were around her back,
She had one hand,
Behind my head,
The other around my shoulders,
I lifted her,
Slid her back,
On to the table,
Tilted her back,
She kicked off her shoes,
Raised up on her elbows,
She watched me,
Peal her pants down,
And off her legs,
Her hose followed them,
Her eyes followed my hands,
Caressing their way up her legs,
To the waist of her bikini,
Pull them slowly down,
And off.

Again she watched as,
My fingers again,
Caressed their way up her legs,
Spreading them,
Lifted them,
So that she was fully open to me,
To my mouth,
To my tongue,
To allow a finger inside her,
To massage her g-spot,
To allow my kisses to suck on her clit.

Until,
As she started to squirm,
She laid back on the table,
I moved my mouth from her clit,
To first one nipple,
Then the other,
While my finger continued,
Stroking inside her.

When her squirming,
Was accompanied by furious panting,
I stood up,
Moved in closer,
So that I could use my cock,
To continue caressing her clit,
To part,
To enter between the lips of her cunt,
To slide completely inside her,
To grind my groin against hers,
My pelvic bone against her clit.

The sight of her face,
During that first slow thrust,
Was a look,
I will long remember.

The arch of her back,
Welcoming me into her body,
As the head of my cock rubbed its way,
Into her,
Against her g-spot,
To the depths of her body,
Is something else,
I will long remember.

The sighs,
The moans,
The groans,
The cries of pleasure,
As I withdrew and re-entered her,
First slowly,
Then harder,
Until she was sliding on the table top,
As a thrust into her,
Held back by my hands on her waist,
Until,
With a gush of cum,
She came,
Her cunt rhythmically,
Contracting around my cock,
Still I thrust repeatedly into her,
Extending her orgasm,
Until,
I came,
My cock ejaculating my cum into her,
Where it joined hers,
Running around my cock,
Back out of her,
Onto the table,
Dripping onto the floor.

That I will also remember,
And write about,
For that,
DeepUnderGroundPoetry website.