And more.

When I held the door for you,
And smiled,
It was reflexive,
Not indicative of interest,
nothing more.

I assumed that your smile in return,
was the same,
nothing more.

As you strolled on down the hall,
With a very nice wiggle in your walk,
And glanced over your shoulder,
I wondered if there might be more.

When next I saw you, and offered coffee,
I told myself, it was casual interest,
nothing more.

I assumed you would decline the offer,
out of indifference,
alas,
nothing more.

As you said that you liked yours,
"Venti, decafe, light soy, light sweet, no room"
I smiled and thought,
that there might be more.

When we met for dinner at the corner café,
And I ask if I might drive you home,
It was a kind of test, of your level of attraction,
in hopes that there could, maybe,
be more.

I assumed you would dismiss my suggestion,
With an offer of another dinner evening, later,
certainly, nothing more.

As you put on your coat,
And took my arm and laced your fingers with mine,
I began to feel that there could be more.

When we arrive at your door,
And I thanked you for joining me for dinner,
It was a first date acknowledgement of a wonderful evening spent,
now ended;
and, alas, with faint hope, for, maybe, more?

I assumed you would respond in return,
much the same and
"Call me later."
nothing more.

As you leaned in for a kiss,
And put your tongue in my mouth,
I realized that there would,
definitely,
be more.

When we had our coats off,
And had kissed several times more,
It was clear to me that I would enjoy,
this evening,
much more.

As we seductively both stripped for and undressed each other,
it was clear,
just how much more.

As you sat on your bed,
And pulled me down to you,
there began,
everything more.

As my tongue teased your clit,
And your mouth engulfed my dick,
in the first moments,
of an adventure in erotic joy,
it was clear just how much both of us
wanted so much more,

Your growls of,
"Now, fuck me, NOW",
Your moans of
"NOW, deeper,
harder,
more,
now,
MORE!"

Were answered by my thrusts, drives, pushes,
enabled by your legs braided around mine,
empowered by your arms crushing me against you,
validated by your nails drawing blood in their grip of my butt
and more.

We went from me on you to you on me,
my hands went from supporting me above you,
to pulling you down to me,
I answered your bloody nails in my butt,
with gripping of your cheeks that opened your ass to my finger,
which you quickly returned,
simultaneous thrusting penetration,
and more.

We rolled back again,
and then again reversed,
mouths locked and tongues caressing,
legs twined and untwined for leveraged thrusting,
hands gripping, squeezing,
fingers probing,
bodies sweating, slipping,
breathing, panting
and more.

My cock was driven into your cunt,
Your cunt tightened to hold it there,
And make its thrusting even more arousing.
Our genitals were locked, mashed tightly together,
our pelvises ground against and into each other,
and more.

You contracted, writhed, and moaned,
I engorged, throbbed, and gushed, and groaned,
It was the moment of erotic rapture,
and more.

And after,
twined, twisted, woven together,
not yet recovered,
still labored breathing,
with a sparkle in your eyes,
and a sly grin on your face,
you whispered,

"Since you're still in,
please,
will there be more?"