WHEN WE WIND DOWN

When we wind down at the end of day  
we get down to our erotic play,  
with glasses of wine before the fire  
that will warm both our skins and desire.  

Heart-firing smiles, eyes in eyes,  
kisses, caresses, aligning thighs,  
loosening, undoing, shedding clothes.  
Our pale bodies pair like turtle doves,  
 
Teasing with fingers and tongues the parts  
placed where they are by Creator's arts  
to facilitate becoming one  
in true sexual communion.
 
'Twixt your legs I tongue pussy lip
(while you fellate my hardening tip)
then dig my tool deep into your mound;
our counter thrusts make a pussy-pound.
 
After initial pounding, knocking,
we settle into gentle rocking,
embracing, sitting in a lotus
as the ultimate becomes our focus.
 
We improvise, clever leg moving,
helps find most satisfying grooving,
my hands indulge in nipple teasing;
more love juice I sense you releasing.
 
We soon accelerate the pacing,
towards the climax, both hearts racing
until my seed finds its releasing
reflexively into your creasing.
 
Your body responds with your coming.
We stop, our hearts are loudly drumming.
In the afterglow we are lying
as the fire that was burning's dying.