UP COMES YOUR YES

Up comes your "yes..."
as I caress
your fair body
against the tree.
Arms circle me
so urgingly
as you respond
to kisses fond,
first lightly placed
where head is graced
by curls of gold,
then I, more bold,
move on your lips,
while a hand slips
to fumble round
each nippled mound,
loose one button.....
then all's undone.
Your frock I lift
at my hands' shift,
bringing to view
your bra-held two
and the panties,
upping antes.
I pause to view
near-unveiled you,
but for your shoes,
which you hitch loose.
You take my hand,
place it on band
of your bra's strap,
egg on your chap
to unhitch it,
baring your tit
as off cup drifts.
Other hand lifts
your bra away.
My hands down stray
to hitch your pants
downwards, then chance
to cup the mound
where hair is found
already wet.
Hard I now get,
blood's flow won't stop.....
My trousers drop,
my boxers tent,
quick they're down sent.
No mistaking,
Dick's not faking:
he's ready to
impale you through!
Quickly you kneel
to give me feel
of your quick tongue
lap where I'm hung,
your playful suck
sets hips a-buck,
then you align
your crotch to mine,
easing Dick in
past pussy's skin,
pull on my rump.
Standing, I hump.
Our moans echo
as I far go.
Advance - retreat -
is rhythm's beat.