TUSSLE AMID THE RUSTLE

It was tussle amid the rustle
of the fallen leaves within the wood,
where, away from the city hustle
and after sharing of picnic food
the feasting progressed to each other.
Clothes set aside, we rolled on the ground.
My body upon hers made cover
when we settled into pelvic pound.

She was autumnal, not yet dropping
into barrenness, lips kept painted.
She marvelled how I went no-stopping,
Her gasps filled the air, she near fainted.
I was younger, muscular with work
done for her estate; that caught her eye
so much, her married vows she did shirk.
Desire grew to lust from fantasy.

On her voluptuous curves I eased
my body, rubbed my loins into hers.
I entered. A sharp breath she released,
at our contacting pubic furs
as she took in the whole length of me.
She drew her arms tightly round my back.
Up-down we bumped and ground lustily.
She joked, 'Feels better than in the sack!'

I asked 'Shall I go the whole way?
Or withdraw before my cumming come?'
I could not make out a 'yea or nay'
as she moaned in delirium.
then she said, 'No don't stop doing it'.
Deeper into my back her nails clawed.
Each thrust of mine rubbed against her clit,
Her breaths and moans rose in loud discord.