ON LAZY AFTERNOON

It was a lazy afternoon,
Blinds drawn against sun of late June.
So hot was atmosphere out there
We reduced to our underwear,
Calmly chatting, in the bedroom
Cosy like a refuge or womb.
She lay prone, on the bed headlong,
In but her black bra and her thong,
One hand ruffling her loosened hair.
Mattress half hid her bra-clad pair.
 
Her eyes looked down, so dreamily,
Perhaps to 'what she does to me',
As through the boxers, from my thighs,
Pointed my rigid erect size,
While I gazed on her butt cheeks bare
Pointing roundly up in the air.
A wicked thought came to my mind:
"I'd like to take her from behind!"
I asked her, "May we do doggy?"
"I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK!", said she.
 
"What are you waiting for? Let's go!"
(So definitely NOT a no!)
I thrust my boxers to the ground,
Then eagerly I went around.
Between her legs, on knees landed,
Pulled the thong off double handed.
I reached around to maul her chest,
undid her bra and cupped each breast.
Bare skin on skin I rubbed on her,
Hoisted her hips for great enter.
 
Between the lips of her pussy,
Which I had stroked clitorally,
I had a juicy reception
Around my proffered erection.
The next hour passed, so primally,
Animally, instinctively,
With thrusts and counter-thrusts, start slow,
Building up to unison "Ohhh!"
Panting as if we'd run a race
By time our orgasm took place.