UNDER THE SILKEN SHEET

We lie under the silken sheet,
In nakedness that is complete,
The soft smooth feel of silk on skin
Adds to sense of seductive sin.

We've undressed, nothing between us
Now. The hardness of my penis
Against the skin of your legs lies.
Our caressing had made it rise.

At first on our left sides we lie,
My tip touching back of your thigh.
I hug you around your slim waist
And give your neck a kissing taste.

I move my body towards yours,
Kisses on soft spots the breath draws
As I explore the fair landscape
I admire in your female shape.

Your neck, your shoulders and your spine
I kiss downwards in a straight line.
I grip your hips, bid you turn round.
You do, with heavy breathing sound.

I paw, then kiss, upon your breasts,
Raise your nipples to sharp hill crests,
Then to your navel I kiss down,
Unto your loins. In juice I drown.

I feel your hips squirm round my face
As I tongue in the secret place.
Your moans of rising impatience
Excite me to height of potence.

I move my head up to your head,
Till both are pillowed on the bed.
Our lips against each other brush,
Then eagerly lock in a crush.

I pull your body towards mine;
My strong arms, you say, feel divine
In the protective gentleness
I show in physical nearness.

I slip my penis deep inside,
Your core welcomes my manly pride
As your legs for my entry part.
The rocking, thrusting, heaving start.

Beneath the cover of the sheet
Our union becomes complete.
Our upper torsos remain bare
To anyone's sight and night air.

I wake up with you next to me,
Head and hand rest on chest hairy.
I wake you with a gentle kiss
And ask, "Want some more bedsheet bliss?"