THE CONDOM

Once at his place after the dance,
on each other we made advance,
both our clothes frantic loosing,
he caressing, juice inducing,
till face to face we stood stark bare,
clothes lying on top of a chair.
 
He was to occasion well risen
once let out of y-fronted prison.
He asked me, 'Is it your first time?'
I admitted 'Yes - won't be crime,
it's three years since I was sixteen.'
I smiled, 'A virginal prom queen!'
 
From a pocket I saw him take
a packaged rubber, no mistake.
He opened it, I saw it drop
to its full length. He said, "My stop,
if you still want make love with me,
so that you will not pregnant be."
 
"Don't want you to nine months humping
a growing kid inside you, thumping
and giving you the morning sickness."
as he slipped it on his thickness.
its lip against his pubes securing.
i found his frankness reassuring,
 
Knowing that sex would be less risky,
now empowered to be more frisky.
I playfully felt the smooth lining
like a second skin it made, shining
new as it was in bedroom's light
enclosing his tool for my delight.
 
Though it was at first a mild shock
to feel him inside me, hard as rock,
he moved with caring gentleness
as onto my body he did press
the weight of his smooth firm torso,
then progress up thrusting tempo.
 
I eagerly returned with grinding
and legs around his waist tight winding
culminating in breathless 'great O',
without taking in his overflow,
glad that the offering from his sac
would not contact the walls of my crack.