YOU OPENED THE DOOR

You opened the door on a room bathed in light
From the sun through its window on bedspread white.  
But we're too impatient to wait for sundown;  
In that selfsame bed we'll get dirty and down.  
  
Our lust for each other is already stoked;  
The short skirt you are wearing had me provoked.  
Having drunk away the day's earlier cares  
You'd led me, half running, up the cottage stairs  
 
I descend on your shoulders, brush aside hair,  
As I kiss your neck and your shoulders so bare,  
And grinningly call you "my tastiest meal"  
While your tempting round breasts, through dress, my hands feel.  
 
You pull the door shut inside, turn to face me.  
You are already breathing quite heavily  
As my hands reach to grab each cheek of your bum  
And pull you into me, meeting tum to tum.  
   
Against the wall I push you as our lips lock  
And into your front thighs my hips I rock.  
I lift up the hem of your mauve miniskirt,  
While your fingers and palms probe me through my shirt.  
   
I push down your panties, till they're on the floor,  
Then finger with one hand the door of your core,  
While other helps throw off your dress before me,  
Opening up a view of your black bra-ed body.  
   
You lunge towards me, get undoing my belt  
And unzipping my trousers. Through my pants I'm felt.  
My tool of delight comes alive in your hand.  
We push my pants down, on carpet they land.  
   
I throw off my shirt and vest, bare my torso  
While the bra on yours is the last shift to go.  
I undo the back strap, liberate your breasts  
Like naughty boy taking the eggs from birds' nests.  
   
From top of our shoulders to above the shin  
We caress each other, hands on barest skin,  
Down every back curve as well as well as on front  
We massage our flesh with moans and throaty grunt.  
   
The window's not curtained, the hedge being high,  
So no one can see us get close thigh to thigh  
And you pulling me down on top of the bed,  
Where you land on your back and your legs you spread.
 
In consummation of our naughty weekend
I enter your core, now so deep and wettened.
Our arms and your legs holding us closely tight,
We get lost headlong in afternoon delight.