HE FOUND HER RELAXING

He found her relaxing
on bed after waxing,  
and her nails reshining  
while, naked, reclining.  

Her locks were highlighted,
grown long they invited
compliments at the sheen,
no split ends and quite clean.
  
Her new-smoothed limbs shimmered  
as the candle glimmered,  
infusing the bedroom  
atmosphere in perfume.  
   
His piece ceased to dangle  
on seeing triangle  
between her broad beamed hips,  
framing her lower lips.  
   
It rose to occasion,  
no need of persuasion,  
while underneath he flushed  
to see her so neat bushed.  
   
He was fully turned on;  
soon his clothes were gone.  
It stood like a totem  
well above his scrotum.  
   
She extended a hand  
towards where he did stand,  
beckoning to be kissed,  
She'd perfume on her wrist.  
   
Forward to her he stepped,  
as his heart skipped and leapt,  
kissed hand reverently  
getting upon one knee.  
   
Up her arms he moved lips,  
to shoulders, neck, breast tips,  
gave big one in her mouth,  
then moved his head down south.  
   
Round her belly button  
he continued off-on  
with more lingering touch,  
to cause seepage in crutch.  
   
He planted one last kiss  
upon her clitoris,  
then tongued downward and up  
her folds, sipped her like cup.  
   
It got her a writhing,  
craving the arriving  
of his tool of delight.  
On her he did alight.  
   
Three months apart, locked-down,  
ended in a bang down  
with a naked bed roll  
at the point of his pole.