The love scene was unfolding,
beginning with hand holding,
silent eye in eye gazing,
a brush of lips, just grazing
and then a focussed placing
tongue to tongue as if tracing.
The hands on shoulders sliding
behind backs on rears gliding,
then eagerly hand grasping
as breaths grew heavy rasping.
Then onto fronts hands moving,
button resistance proving
futile as fingers fumble
and unbutton. A jumble
of moans and of breath catches
meet hands' advance and snatches
as hands at last meet bare skin.
Moans rise from deeper within.
Soon top clothes are off pushing,
They're topless, without blushing.
Hands on nipples are playing,
the moves have her breasts swaying.
The belts are now unbuckling,
there is some teasing chuckling
as skirt and pants are pushed down,
revealing pubes of dark brown
that fringe the parts once hidden,
readied to do what's bidden.
When stepped out fully naked
from clothes, she stoops to give head
upon his princely sceptre
that deserves fair inspector.
As she's tonguing and sucking
his hips start thrusting, bucking,
She stops the oral teasing,
gets up, with a sly squeezing
to bring his taste to his lips
and square up, close hips to hips.
Their arms grip, his hands wander
once more down the shape of her.
They palm each other's crotches,
temperature up notches.
He gives a loving finger
on lower lips, with linger
as he locates the button
and presses, turning juice on.
She pulls him by hand to bed,
I see how through door they sped.
Onto mattress they both jump,
pull sheets around them, then hump,
their top halves above sheet white
writhe and pound into the night.