Weekend Afternoon

She’s drunk on Moscato  
And me, on Moscow Mules  
 
I’m high on her perfume  
That sultry sweet floral concoction  
Laced with hints of eastern spice  
 
My nose nuzzled against her neck  
My hand laid on her covered belly  
Begins to tug at her shirt  
Eager to feel her soft flesh  
And shakes somewhat frustrated  
As I unbutton the clasp of her jeans  
 
She whispers  
“Don’t lose your nerve..”  
As my hand wavers  
 
She snares my eyes with hers  
Holding me steady a moment  
Tapping the back of my hand as  
It lays upon her warm bare belly  
 
She leans up  
Not for a kiss  
But a long lusty lick  
Drawing her tongue across  
My stubbled cheek  
And slides my hand to prod at her belt line  
“C’mon cowboy,”  
Comes her syrupy whisper,  
“Live a little…”  
And she licks me again  
 
I slide my hand down  
Inching slowly beneath her pants  
Touching on the velveteen curves  
Of her subtle mound  
And begin  
To massage her vigorously  
   
She briefly maintains a calm expression  
Before a sudden tremor and wince  
And bites her lip,  
“Keep it up, cowboy…”  
 
I rub her  
Occasionally shifting direction  
To ripple my fingers over her lips  
Or to suddenly prod her  
Or wiggle her little pearl  
But the coup (de grace)  
Comes from my teeth  
Tugging at her earlobe  
Sending electric lust steaming through her veins  
All the way down to her sweet little powder keg  
That I’ve prepped to blow  
 
And how she does  
 
A sudden gasping scream  
And she squirms violently  
Unsure if she should be fighting me  
Or giving in  
And she struggles against the pleasure  
While I suck on her earlobe  
And rub her ungently  
And she can’t hold back her words:  
“Oh fuck, it’s too good”  
“Oh fuck!”  
 
But my free hand has now leapt up her shirt  
And her breast and nipple receive the same treatment  
As her aching loins  
And now I whisper as I continue  
Engulfing her ear with my lusty lips:  
“Give in, kitten…”  
Her resistance crumbles  
And she shakes  
My teasing hand hot and wet from her  
Long-sought orgasm  
And I watch with satisfaction  
As the overwhelming pleasure  
Causes her face to twitch so lovely  
And I hold her close as we  
Together  
Ride the waves of ecstasy  
Till at last they still  
And her body is free from tension  
And slackens, limp and spent  
And her teary eyes gaze up into mine  
Weakly whispering:  
“Attaboy, cowboy..”