I Was Told Australian’s Suck At Foreplay

she stands in the bathroom    
adorned in a  
pink dressing gown    
the type    
with the tie up waist    
   
her hand darts delicately    
testing the heat of the water    
   
I enter behind her    
   
she turns    
grips the tie up waist    
"no"    
slips from her lips    
but it’s a coy no as she presses    
into me    
   
I just want a kiss    
I whisper    
   
I know    
from the tilt of her head    
the smirk that says    
(I am going to get fucked here, please)    
   
I grip the ties    
drag her to me    
our bodies thump together    
my intentions spelt out    
phonetically    
   
nose to nose    
forehead to forehead    
resistance dissolves    
like a sand castle    
in oncoming tide    
   
she strains to taste my lips    
I pull away    
let her float    
in a retreating tide of uncertainty    
   
my hands grip the ties    
wrap them over her wrists    
pull tight and pin them behind her back    
breasts thrust proud as    
ties lose the will to cover    
her    
   
exposure begs    
beckons as I beguile    
her senses    
lips out of her reach    
she breathes in    
quickening pants her skin    
flushed because of the struggle    
   
I find a home for teeth    
at her ear lobe    
growl an mmmmmm    
in her ear    
because it makes her drip    
like a vibrato that hums on her clit    
   
she stands naked to my touch    
I pass the ties to one hand    
till she’s pinned    
   
use my free hand    
to explore    
in drawn out    
varied touches    
curves    
texture    
the rasp of work worn hands    
on soft yielding flesh a symphony    
in the morning air    
   
I stall    
kiss her deep    
   
growl in her ear    
as I sidle in close    
my full erection crushed    
against her    
   
sorry I have to go to work
check your phone though
because I have
some words for you
about how your evening is going to end