Take It

We would meet in a book shop.
Fingers brushing as we reach for the same book,
Exchanging an embarrassed look,
Then you laugh
and tell me to take it.

We would talk for hours in a coffee shop.
Your fingers caressing mine,
Soon they intertwine,
Then you smile,
Buy a latte
and tell me to take it.

We would meet in my favorite park after dark.
You lay a blanket to stargaze and hold me,
Seducing until I ache from your hand on my knee
Take a strawberry from a plate
to my lips
and tell me to take it.

We would walk back to the car.
When suddenly you pressed me into a tree,
In a dark corner, and let your lust free
Your lips hot as they consumed me.
Tongues tangling
Then on to my neck
Mouth sucking
Leaving your mark
Teeth scraping
Hitting that spot.
Hands sliding
Under my skirt
Fingers rubbing

I moan.

You kiss me to taste it
Fingers thrust inside me
So you can taste it
again.

You unzip your fly.
Press your hardness
between my thighs
against my wet heat.

Slowly you impale me
My cunt tight on your cock
My head spins as you rock
inside me.

You touch my clit
I erupt
Screaming
At a touch

Still you pound
Into my heat
Too sensitive to handle it
I moan and plead,
but you bite my lip
thrust harder
and tell me to take it.