....

He placed his head between her thighs;
The room resounded to her sighs
As his lips met her (nether) lips.
She embraced him between her hips.

Her back went into a prompt arch
At feel of his beard and moustache
Brushing against the naked skin
And his tongue's lash, without, within.

At that point in their wedding night
She overflowed in great delight,
Anointing her beloved's face
In welcome to her secret place.

She pushed her hands down to his head,
But he kept her pinned down in bed
While in return his hands pushed up
To give her breasts a welcome cup.

In twisting, writhing reverie
She called, "Yes - yes - come into me!"
He moved his face up to her chin
As his manhood slipped its way in.

At first gently, then in short thrusts
They give in to their inflamed lusts.
Her fingernails keen marked his back
As they contorted in the sack.

Until, in meeting of their need
They came in mingled juice and seed
And then lay till the break of day,
Winding down in the after play.