YOU JUST WALK RIGHT IN

In you I feel I'm mightily blessed;
you make me feel taken and possessed.
Yes, I like the touch of the cave man,
that leaves me in doubt that you 'can'.
You just walk right in, to claim what's yours;
all that's between us is my drawers.

The rest my clothes went to the floor
before I heard you break down the door.
With rising breaths and tongue hanging out,
you strip yourself of every clout.
When finished, your weapon points at me,
hard, upright like a mighty oak tree.

You advance, I put up a resistance;
your hands from panties keep no distance.
you pull them down, you get on your knees.
Your face rubs into me, what a tease!
You get me wet and breathless. My plea
for you inside comes 'Please enter me!'

Over your shoulder off feet you pick
me, you grip my legs despite my kick.
You fling me, shoulders land back onto bed.
Two writhing bodies make noise, naked,
As you kiss on neck, breasts, navel, clit,
then bring your weapon into my slit.

With thrusts you plant yourself deep inside
with pearly seeds from your manly pride
when my contracting walls made you come.
To all other senses we are numb
as minds and spirits ascend to heights
of ecstasy not known on past nights.