IT STARTED WITH A RUB OF BACK

 When my husband starts to rub my back,
I know we will end up in the sack.
For it starts to stir me deep down, where
I begin to wet my pubic hair.
Off come the blouse, slacks, and underwear,
Until I become completely bare.

While eyeing my revealed nakedness
He too starts to eagerly undress.
Before he has resumed touching me,
His excitement is so plain to see.
He feels my breasts, then down my torso,
To that place we biblically know.

His fingers pokingly stroke away
And my clitoris comes out in play,
Driving me to want him in me more,
Far deeper within my flowing core.
My consent a conclusion foregone,
Atop each other we quick climb on.

And thus our lovemaking will begin,
Thrusting up-and-down and out-and-in,
At an increasingly frantic pace
Until we come all over the place
When we have mutually climaxed,
Then slump exhausted and poleaxed.

When we wake up at the break of day,
Apart we lie, bedclothes fell away.
Sometimes one of us has sheet wrapped round,
The other tries waking them without sound,
Or kissing, asking “Wake up, lover!
I want to join you under cover!”

My husband, the most loving of men,
Wraps his arms about me and then
The stirring starts all over again.
I climb upon him, my legs open.
This time he takes me for a ride,
Keeping him pinned down while I’m astride.