IN LOVE WITH THE SHAPE OF YOU

"I'm in love with the shape of you.."
Gets me thinking what I could do,
When I've taken you to my place,
That will leave, in my sheets, your trace.
Your t-shirt and your shorts - so brief -
Want to get at what's underneath.
Yes, get my hands on your body.....
 
You're like fruit hanging on a tree,
See you shake - is it just for me?
I've got good hands, in them just fall,
Don't just hang round against the wall.
Like the way you wiggle your hips,
A magnet to my fingertips.
Will you give me your body?
 
You said 'Yes', to my place I took
You. Drew curtains so none could look,
When we stripped off, nudge-nudge-wink-wink.
Down to our bare suntans and pink.
You were so like a Greek goddess
In your quite unabashed undress.
I fell in love with your body......
 
The whole sight got me on my knees,
So your middle parts I could tease.
I kissed round every curve and bump,
On your tum and your breasts and rump.
You got ecstatic, well away,
We plunged headlong into the hay.
I gave my love to your body.
 
I woke up to the smell of you,
On my sheets fresh like morning's dew.
You were still sleeping by my side,
Woke you up for a morning ride.
Was,  with familiarity,
So natural, so easy -
That's how I enjoyed your body.