KOALA-ING ME

I'm standing sturdy as a tree
as my love doth koala me,
twining her long legs round my waist
as tongues in mouths each other taste.
Behind my back's small ankles link,
on my stiff tool her core does sink.
The forearms of my wedded wife
grip upper back as for dear life.
My hands lift her up by her rear
to keep our faces always near.

She rocks, making my body shake.
My legs prove strong enough to take
rhythm of her body pounding,
our moans and breaths in room sounding.
The nipples on our chests do rub,
so sensitive they make sharp stub.
I bear her to the nearest wall,
push her back to it, give her all
the pounding I know she can bear,
while passion love to me she swear.