THE SHEET IS SLIDING

I lie on my left side, you your right
as we settle in bed, nude, tonight.
Mirroring our mahogany frames.
Slowly we commence nocturnal games.
 
The sheet is sliding right down my skin    
as you caress me, ere going in      
with your lips and tongue to make me spill      
over with excitement - how you thrill!      
   
To night air my torso is exposed    
while nether mouth is nuzzled, licked, nosed.    
Tonight I'm your banqueting table,    
I nourish you to keep you able.    
      
You draw thighs up to level of mine,      
while you kiss, adding honey to wine      
that already tingles on my tongue.      
Thigh skin's brushed by upright where you're hung.      
     
You push your frame, roll me on my back,      
lift your waist then sink into my crack,      
slowly, surely, 'til the length of you      
is gloved in my walls....all - the - way - through!      
     
Upon my breasts you playful nibble,      
drawing out each brown standing nipple      
between the rows of your whitened teeth.      
You're on top - I'm writhing underneath.      
     
Into my pelvis you keep thrusting,      
increasing pace until you're busting;      
the pearly stream of your overflow      
fills every space where it could go.  
   
We lie heaped, sticky, sated, replete.  
Your ass bare in air, I draw up sheet  
until it's over your shoulders broad.  
Decency on the scene is restored.