QUICKIE IN THE KITCHEN

Quickie in the kitchen
(with or without stitch on)
would be act most daring,
with bits of us baring.
Choice of party fashion
so aroused the passion,
the first few wines' drinking
lubricated thinking.
The heels and the panties
slip off you, up antes.

My trousers get undone,
my end's up for some fun!
Condom from my pocket
slipped on; then we rock it.
The table and a chair,
then floor, takes the bums bare.
Others are all dancing,
while I make advancing
and naughtily kissing.
Are the hosts us missing?

Dance music is so loud,
our moans lost like in crowd.
When we're done we re-dress,
wipe away any mess,
your hair you rearrange
so you don't look too strange,
then we rejoin with smiles
from our romp on the tiles,
let you dance with others
who don't think we're lovers.