Day is Done

The Sun has set. The sky's aglow.
The day has turned to dusk
The wine is good, the bodies warm.
In the air, the smell of musk.

They're lying in the meadow,
On a blanket, on the ground.
Naked as the fire-flys
That are flitting all around

The sounds of night fall on their ears
The mountain stream is passing by
His prick erect, her pussy damp
They can hear the night birds cry

Her breasts are pressed against his chest
Their tongues are intertwined
She strokes his cock for pleasure
His fingers fondle her in kind

He sucks each nipple as he moves
Through the chilly breeze of Fall
The night air has her shivering
Or is it her orgasm's call?

His kisses falling everywhere
Her thighs are open wide
He turns around and settles down
With his hungry tongue inside

His hardness hanging over her
With pre-cum on the tip
He's sampling her clitoris
As her lips achieve a grip

She licks the head and down the shaft
As he explores from mound to ass
Her wetness is increasing
As he goes from pass to pass

His balls are resting on her nose
He is swallowed to the base
She orgasms with abandonment
And she sprays his busy face

He drinks of her enjoyment
As he's sampling her wine
It's now time to cork the bottle
Of this vintage sixty-nine

She's still cumming hardily
And he's about to pop
Somehow they've changed positions
And she's in command on top

Her breasts are swaying over him
As she plunges him inside
“When I'm done, you'll know your fucked!”
And she takes him for a ride

She's squeezing as she's moving
Sliding from her back to front
She can feel his penis pulsing
As he creams within her cunt

Her pussy lips between her hips
Are gripping with desire
Their juices are co-mingling
And their bodies are on fire

Love making now is over
Dusk has gone and night is nigh
They collapse in satisfaction
As the stars light up the sky