SETTLING DOWN FOR THE NIGHT

From their wedding he'd drove away                  
the bride in his car to the bay,                  
to waves and cheers of  bon voyage                
She trusted him, he was in charge.                  
                   
So they arrived at the guesthouse,                  
landlady welcomed him and spouse.                  
Shared pleasantries and a light tea                  
settled them to the night-to-be.                  
                   
Soon they were alone in parlour.                  
They kissed with increasing ardour,                  
raising a new-shared appetite                  
as darkness fell on wedding night.                  
                   
He loosed her hair, it tumbled down                  
the sides of her head from her crown,                  
to rest upon her shoulders bare,                  
It looked angelically fair.                  
                   
They talked briefly what they would do                  
separately. With "I love you",                  
her heart-shaped face his hands did cup,                  
She asked leave to go freshen up.                
             
To room the landlady had shown            
would be theirs, she came alone.            
She put her clothes all on a chair,            
slippers and robe would be next wear.              
                   
The landlady had long retired                  
when for her bath bride dis-attired,                  
so when she'd "do the deed" with he,                  
she would be feeling more cleanly.                  
               
She recalled morning of same day              
clothes of yesterday put away,              
then, when she was completely nude,              
dressed in new clothes, no old pins used.              
               
Right then she was at parents' home,              
bridesmaids made her feel less lonesome              
as she waited for the moment              
father would to her groom present.              
               
Baptism into married life              
the bath felt then to this new wife.              
Wedding day tensions washed away              
in water's warmth as back she lay.              
         
Her limbs she, leisurely, hand soaped,        
each one in air, while enveloped        
in the warm water rest would be.        
She savoured hands' feel on body.        
         
She self-explored her breasts submerged.        
Light, electric, sensations surged        
when fingers caught the tender spots        
of clitoris and nipple dots.        
     
She thus found out, bathing alone,      
she could be one erotic zone,      
imagining her hands were his      
when accepting his advances.      
       
Meanwhile her groom had a short smoke,        
reflected what a lucky bloke        
he had been to win "my girl's" hand;        
he'd not been first "would-be?" husband.        
       
A few top buttons he undid        
to his shirt, his tie he folded        
and pocketed in his jacket,        
with his cigarette packet.        
       
To the bedroom he stepped his way,        
glad of night to come in the hay,        
while he could faintly overhear        
her leave the bath, its room so near..        
               
She dried then walked, robed, to bedroom                  
where waited her looser-dressed groom.                  
They kissed again, with a tongue probe                  
mouth into mouth. Off slipped her robe.                  
             
Surprised - he expected he'd see            
her figure shrouded in nightie.            
She told him she felt warm enough            
to try out - sleeping in the buff.            
             
He knew she had a side feisty,            
joked with a smile, "You are naughty!"            
She answered, "Ever the rebel!".-            
she'd dipped in brooks au naturel .          
             
The perfumed soap on bath-warmed skin                  
he could smell, pleasingly take in.                  
He admired curves of breasts, waist, hip -                  
"A goddess", he said, "to worship..."                  
                   
Her clothes lay abandoned on chair.                  
Her triangle of pubic hair                  
invited reverential stare                  
as he felt first stirrings down there.                  
                   
The door was shut against the world.                  
She lit the room, like flag unfurled,                  
her real glory now proclaimed                  
while his desire, like the lamp, flamed.                  
                   
Backwards she drew the counterpane,                  
reflected by the window pane                  
while gaslight in the street outside                  
shone into the shared room inside.                  
                   
She paused and gazed into his eyes                  
more deeply, as he loosed his flies,                  
continuing his divestment                  
of every habiliment.                  
                   
Soon he was standing naked too,                  
his manly body in her view.                  
She admired the tan he revealed                  
from working , stripped to waist, in field.                  
                   
His corresponding nether hair                  
framed his man root and scrotal pair -                
which reminded her of the bull                  
she liked to see him by nose pull!                  
                   
Contrasting was her paler skin,                  
underlining she was virgin,                  
though what farm beasts had done in sight                  
she knew they'd do, first time, that night.              
           
For moment there was reverie            
in what of each other they'd see,            
They felt just like Adam and Eve,            
whose story both could well believe.         
       
It was that story Vicar told      
them when they asked of marriage, bold,.      
left them with understanding fresh      
of what it meant to "be one flesh".....      
                        
She extended a hand. Like vine,                  
their fingers did poignant entwine,                  
raising within his blood more heat                  
she felt as he caressed a teat.        
                 
Her nipples slow but sure did sprout,                  
while his manhood had straightened out.                  
A brushing kiss made her breath start                  
to gather pace with beat of heart.          
 
His warming breath upon her skin                  
raised goose pimples while, from within,                  
the wetness from her inner glands                  
moistened lower lips and hair strands.       
                          
Their hands indulged in exploring          
the feel of curves and bumps, pawing          
with touches that at first were light,          
then grasping like a taken bite.            
                   
Their bare shadows silhouetted                  
against a wall as they petted                  
until he briefly stopped to draw                  
the curtains, made lamp shine no more.                  
                   
She sat, then lay back on the bed,                  
resting on one pillow her head.                  
He moved onto the space by her,                  
and wrapped the bedclothes all over.                  
                   
Then passionate and fiercely,                  
they embraced, kissing so wildly                  
that all they were both conscious of                  
was bodies' surge as they made love.                  
                 
At first gently, then more speedy,                
they ended their virginity.                
After the pain stab came pleasure                
as she adjusted to his measure.                
                   
Months of waiting, saving and trust                  
flew by in writhing pelvic thrust.                  
In place of maidenhood would be                  
sown the first seeds of pregnancy.                  
                   
(To which he would return, sow more                  
seed within her womanly core                  
after daytimes spent on the shore,                  
sunbathing, swimming, working oar.)          
   
It wasn't her just lying back    
that night together in the sack:    
he let her have a go riding    
him. There were moments of giggling.            
                   
Next morning saw them wrapped around                  
each other, having slept so sound                  
after wedding day's energy                  
had been burned off rapturously.