A FIRST TIME ON HONEYMOON

(Inspired by picture accompanying Shadow Starzz's "Glistening".)    
   
In hotel room, the groom and bride    
Undressed, slowly, by the bed's side,    
Until naked they had become,    
Fig leaves needless for decorum.    
Hands onto bare skins they approached    
The consummation to be broached.    
 
Their kisses fanned out from the lips,    
Round faces, down torsos to hips.  
He made the bride's brown nipples perk  
With some light-pinching finger work,
Over contours softly traced.
Into each other's arms they placed    
Themselves, past point of drawing back.    
She asked, "Will we now hit the sack?"    
Her inner thighs now dripping wet,    
His manhood stiffened as they pet.    
Her ears alighted to the cue    
He gave, "I'll be gentle with you."    

She guided his tip into her    
Deftly with her wedding finger,    
Sat at bed's edge, drew up her knees    
Either side of his hips with ease,  
While with both hands lifting her rear  
He drew her to him ever near.  
 
The rhythmic thrusts he started slow    
As she breathed her initial "Oh!"    
As his length was taken inside    
Her core, while she spread her legs wide.    
He bid his woman, "Go with me!"    
She gave herself quite willingly,    
Meeting every thrust with thrust,    
With the odd breather to adjust    
The angle of her position    
(Thanks to advice by physician).    
So the bed was filled with action    
In pursuit of satisfaction....    
Next morning she purred, "This is true -    
You are magnificent, thank you!"