Small talk

Just friendly verse

The innocents of it all.

Underneath those

Casual words

Was a volcano of passion

Ready to erupt.

Triggered by

The brush of our arms…

Next thing you knew

Our lips were locked

In a fiery kiss.

It lasted

Twenty minutes

Every second

Pure heaven.

With an animalistic thrust

I pinned you

To the wall

My hand reached

Up your skirt

Letting your panties

Take a fall.

Kissing got deeper

My hands caressed

Your ass,

You undid my pants.

Our lips couldn’t

Get enough of each other

And with one leg

in each hand

I held you up

and slide you on

to my shaft.

Bumping and grinding

Your moans were intense

I even felt you quiver…

I got harder

As you got wetter.

Even though you

Were off the ground

Your swill pushed

Me back

Till I was in a chair…

Without losing a beat

I was still inside

And you were riding me.

I ripped open your blouse

To taste those sweet breasts

And the way

You were riding me

Took my last breath.

Grinding those hips

You were a Goddess

And I,  your

Faithful servant.

Once again our lips

Were connected

Like magnets

As I released

Everything I had.

With the heat

Of the moment over

You stayed

Where you were

As we continued kissing

And making small talk

Till the next go round.

 

© Copyright 2009 The Rock And Roll Cowboy

Sandra Reynolds

Sandra Reynolds

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Sandra earned her B.A. in English. She works part-time as a freelance writer and proofreader. Sandra was born in Massachusetts and currently resides in NYC with her fiance and their adorable pug.
Sandra Reynolds