BEAUTIFUL MOON

(Inspired by pic accompanying recent poem by Poetic Seduction.)  
 
“Beautiful moon”, I thought I saw,  
Though sun was up and night no more.  
For she slept, from waist-down in buff,  
Had a shirt on but knickers off,  
Baring the cheeks of a fine ass  
I found on-turning  and not crass.  
Right ankle resting on left knee,  
Red nail painted toes, all sexy.  
We had made love the night before  
But this sight filled me with new awe,  
Seeing my woman fast asleep,  
Trusting I would in safety keep.  
Though roused up for another go,  
I decided I should start slow.  
She deserved touch, to wake her up,  
Not with a pinch but loving cup.  
So in each hand I took a cheek  
And pressed slow, raising “Mmmmm!” not “Eek!”  
She rubbed her right leg on her left
As a finger of mine reached that cleft
Of hers then away from my view,
Heard the "Mmmm" change to an "Oooh!"
Bare I approached her from behind  
So my erection’s tip could find  
Itself touching her legs’ smooth skin,  
That my readiness to go in  
Would be made plain enough to her.  
Without my word, it helped her stir.  
“Don’t stop this, you’ve got loving hands”,  
She purred;  I rubbed on, soon her glands  
Wettened her regions nether.  
She turned, we mounted, “now or never”.  
Into her I began to pump,  
My hands kept on squeezing that rump.  
Her own limbs tightened round my back  
As I thrust deeper in her crack.  
Her walls contracted around me,  
Until we came in ecstasy.  
“Had something come over you then?  
I’ve not known this from other men,”  
She asked, “That’s one helluva fuck!”  
I replied, “Well, I’d been moon-struck!