Renovations

Renovations
 
we threw our things in the pick up
you in those jeans that hug your curves
and glide with your body  
allowing those well honed muscles to
ripple the way a lions ripple  
when chasing down prey
under the hot savanna sun
loose fitting comfy top and work boots
 
we haul ass to home-depot
load up lumber  
nails
screws  
sanding disks  
 
I watch you slide a length of wood
and heave it up into the back of the van
we pay and head back to  
our site
 
our site

a smile gently forms on my face
I gaze at the sky briefly
hit the clutch and accelerate us back
back where it’s just us

the sun filters through fluffy clouds  
a pair of which look like a man
railing a woman doggy style
I stop you  
and share my puerile delight
while laughing at your exclamation  
 
“Fuck you’re right”
 
I sidle up behind you and kiss your neck
you shy away dropping your ear to your shoulder coyly  
 
“We’ve got work to do stud, no distractions”
 
I laugh heartily and get back to measuring out lumber  
 
I suggest you should start sanding the new deck I’ve just finished nailing down
knowing what kneeling on  
timber and using a vibrating tool  
would do to you….
 
I watch as your body is
rattled with high power shakes
 
smirk  
wander to the Esky  
crack a beer
stroll casually around behind you
wait until you crawl forward and your knees
straddle the power cord connected
to the sander
I reach down lift it up
until the cord nestles on your zipper
 
and I wait until those vibrations
work their way through to your core
it takes you a moment
to realise
as you’re absorbed in the work
 
I observe with
greedy hope the subtle shift
in your posture
the arch up of your hips  
the longer strokes when you push out
and draw back the tool
you look back over your shoulder with a start
the sun shadows your face
your mouth slightly open
a few strands of hair wispy
flutter in a subtle breeze
 
and I can’t help myself
I drop the cord
draw you to your feet
drape your arms over my shoulders
and we become our own universe
 
you fold around
my calloused fingers
after I freed you from your
jeans
and underwear

I hold up your right leg
with my left arm
and kneel as if I’m about to be knighted
by your leg as I drape
it over my shoulder
in this subtle casual sexy splendour
 
and because of the sander
I sink three fingers deep
you slide down and lean back a little
taking your weight on the leg over my shoulder
 
Happy Birthday I smile up at you
slide out
then back in

I rub your clit  
in small eccentric circles
slipping on and off  
on
and  
off
using your own heat and wet
tickling the raw print
of my thumb in teasing
agony on your most vital area  
you grip my hair and I feel your
thigh quiver  
your first orgasm a body shuddering
earthquake that rattles  
an infinity of micro-seconds
until you have to  reach down
stop my thumb
while shaking
so hard it’s as if you’re being electrocuted  
 
one I count out in my head  
before I switch from clit
to cunt

using my fingers to slowly
ramp up speed into your slick
desires
until they’re pounding  in and out
of your wet pussy
feeling you fold to the shape
of me

I delight at the smell of you wafting
like ambrosia in the evening air
at some point you had flipped
up your bra and you were
working your own nipples
because you know what you like
 
the way you
hold your breath
before every muscle quivers
and hard tension rattles through your bones
is a sight I  
revel in  
I watch  
as you become art

and in this moment all the sunsets
that ever existed
pale to way you make me feel  
and after your second subsides in  
to peti-mal shaking

I bend you over the patio table
push my throbbing cock
into you
I grab your hair
slap your ass
and we consecrate our building site
 
later when we stain the deck
there are remnants of us
sealed beneath a layer of lacquer
because pine absorbs cum
the same way it absorbs water
and every day
we can remember  
your birthday
and
the fact that cloud
foreshadowed
our demise