ON KITCHEN TABLE

Originally written for Imagination/Stimulation Erotic competition. Not autobiographical.  
   
It was on the year's sultriest night,    
Darkness at last overtaken light    
But it was too hot for us to sleep,    
Hands off each other we could not keep.    
After the dancing we were turned-on,    
Gotten hungry for a one-on-one.  
  
"I don't really want to go to bed",    
She wry said, "Let's do it here instead!"    
We'd just got back, in kitchen we were    
Canoodling, I about to take her,    
Nibbles that were leading to the feast    
On 'tasty morsel' by 'meaty beast',    
These names by which we called each other    
As, slow but sure, we did uncover.    
 
She unbuckled and kicked off her shoes,    
Her knickers were the next thing to lose.    
Down her legs she made her knickers slide,    
With a hand from me to help the glide.    
 
She hoisted herself on the pine top    
Which was clear of what could fall or drop.    
This table in our midst was full bare,    
Ready for us to make love on there.    
Her bare legs on our kitchen table    
Got me roused like a stud in stable.    
 
She drew her knees back towards her chest,    
Which spurred my further male interest.    
I noticed under her mini dress    
Her white undersided nakedness.    
She bid me come unbutton her skirt    
With her wink of eye and tones a-flirt.    
 
I turned her by shoulders, her back faced    
Me, then her bosom I quick embraced,    
Giving each ear a crafty nibble    
While each hand's fingers pinched a nipple.    
I unbuttoned slowly, first to last    
While her breathing grew increasing fast.    
With one free hand I stroked her smooth back    
On a circling, ever downward track.    
 
She cast the dress off furiously    
And turned to face me stark nakedly    
When she had first unhooked her black bra    
Which she flung into furthest corner.    
 
The smorgasbord was in fullest view,    
Offering choices of what to do    
In mixing and matching of technique    
To attain the pleasure we did seek.    
 
She untied her bun, let down her hair,    
And played with her breasts within my stare,    
Making her nipples come out for me,    
Like eyes that were closed now made to see.    
 
I stripped to an equally nude state,    
As she purred, "Come aboard, I can't wait!"    
I threw my shirt and vest off my back,    
My trousers dropped when my belt was slack.    
 
She gasped when I reached full nudity,    
My manhood stood out from me like tree    
When I had peeled off my underpants.    
Like David, I made (short) naked dance    
As if before Israel's sacred ark,    
On spot, making her laugh at my lark.    
 
I reached out and cupped her fine boned face,    
Then slid my hands down towards the place    
Where I could stir ecstatic ripples,    
Via some play with clit and nipples.    
My extremity pointed at her,    
As if homed in on her pubic fur.    
 
She rubbed her legs, one on another    
Then parted them, with "Welcome, lover!"    
Catching the scent of wet nether hair    
Increased my desire to join her there.    
My weapon, as if primed for attack,    
Fit to satisfy her on her back.    
 
Onto the table I deftly hopped,    
Our lust now at pace not to be stopped.    
We dovetailed our thighs and keen embraced    
As deep inside her my manhood placed,    
Beckoned by those legs, now opened wide,    
Her moaning "I want you NOW - INSIDE!"    
And smell of her lubricating juice,    
While giving her rump a crafty goose.    
How our bodies made the table rock    
While our legs were held in interlock.    
We thrusted intensely, up and down,    
Moaning like the alley cats in town.    
 
She said, "This is hard upon my back;    
Let me change places, upon you stack."    
Just one quick roll and she was on top,    
Bore down on my dampened crutch non-stop.    
My hands freed for more squeezing behind    
Her buttocks as they did bump and grind,    
And sensual rubs up-down her spine    
Until we came, shared moment divine.    
 
We slumped, a breath-catching, sweaty heap;    
Then showered, went to bed just to sleep.