HIS ADVANCE

He was a cheeky Casanova,
she thought as his hands roamed all over
every curve of her clothed figure,
kissed neck, shoulders with lustful snigger.
She began to tingle inwardly,
as fingers on clothes took liberty.

Falling for the spell, head in a spin,
half-dream, she said, 'Lover boy, you win!'
To his advance she thus consented.
Bare body to him she presented,
throwing off all that would get in way
of their joining as one in the hay.

Getting bare himself, he breathed on her,
kissed, caressed more to raise the pleasure.
Her skin flushed, breaths rose, nipples sprouted;
her lower lips wettened and pouted.
He kneeled down and presented his face
in homage to the bared secret place,

Her hips writhed as his kisses and licks
on clitoris ramped up the kicks.
Her being a flaming pleasure zone,
she was more than ready for his bone.
She called at last for him inside her;
On bed he pushed, drew her legs wider.

His man end dived into her ocean
as his mouth kissed hers, bringing lotion
from between her legs to her tongue's tip.
Bed rocked to every thrust and dip
until he presented her his seed
as payment for her meeting his need.