BETWEEN YOUR HIPS

I look at you, my heartbeat skips
as of the champagne we take sips
after one of our skinny dips.

I pleasure you with fingertips
applied upon your nether lips,
until your honeyed pussy drips.

You straddle me with broad beamed hips.
Your back cheeks are in my palms' grips
when, inside you, my manhood slips.

I kiss upon presented nipps,
Swear we will not be passing ships
When we've had the orgasmic trips.