STIRRING MOMENTS IN THE KITCHEN

Doing breakfast for my lover,....
we end up-down on each other
after meaningful sly gazing
as love's temperature is raising...

Stirring moments in the kitchen:
shirt, robe slip off, left no-stitch-on,
On each other we get tasting,
time together never wasting.

Without cover of a bedsheet,
we are each other's amorous treat,
Table's top and legs are sounding
with the rhythms of our pounding.

Food made for feeding the body
is forgotten as, in the noddy,
mouths and crotches are engaging
in a game of lust assuaging.

To be eaten when satisfied
the action of our up-down ride
increases the sense of hunger
as down in me goes his plunger.