The Beach Box

 

the grey skies had been threatening all day,

to release wrath upon Port Phillip Bay,

first drops caught us jogging along the beach,

before shelter of our beach box could we reach.

 

undoing padlocks before full force hits,

taking cover just before it plummets,

watching rain sweep in through the open doors,

heavy hammering on roof, as rain pours.

 

pulling your wet t-shirt over the head,

dropping upon wooden floor of the shed

feeling my sleek tongue trace round your navel,

once more those lusty impulses spiral.

 

grabbing your arm, pulling you towards me,

kissing your skin, you’re salty like the sea,

as my kisses rain down upon your chest

and eventually your nipples molest.

 

your breathing turns shallow, your knees feel weak,

my mouth enthrals with passionate technique,

sound of the rain is almost deafening,

as your manly ardour is strengthening.

 

stripping clothes, our passion matches the storm,

over my naked curves eager hands swarm,

as we tumble towards back of shed,

using beach towels as our makeshift bed,

 

biting and sucking nipples, feels so divine,

till both of them did glisteningly shine,

slowly kissing downward to my bare mound,

as rain on the tin roof, continues to pound.

 

my hands grip your head, as mouth covers slit,

parting those plump lips, finding that hard clit,

sucking and teasing, as my hips gyrate,

fingers pumping into me, at a fast rate.

 

wild guttural screams downed out by tempest,

and my language anything but modest,

as body tightens, then shakes in release,

then tightens again, as waves do increase.

 

lifting me up after I recover,

your hard body does my softness cover,

burying yourself in me to the hilt.

as even more of my juices are spilt.

 

slapping of flesh matches pounding of rain,

as my nails dig in your flesh and give pain,

passion builds as we vary the tempo,

pounding hard and fast, then stroking soft and slow.

 

your strong dark arms, supporting my splayed knees,

the rain upon the roof, drowning my pleas,

my back scraping against hard wooden walls,

with each thrust, my body rises and falls.

 

our mouths press and kiss with such urgency,

as my tremors increase their frequency,

and tight muscles round your cock convulses,

causing your seed to release in pulses.

 

holding on, as we just listen to the rain,

as control over our senses regain,

only as you slip out, once you soften

do we remember the doors are still open.

Dangerous Compulsion

as my fingers grasp the waistband, you close your eyes,
lifting bottom, to allow me to slowly peel,
that last scrap of sodden lace, down trembling thighs,
till your moist womanhood, no longer does conceal,
your lips are tender but your mouth is demanding,
as it meets mine and tongues wrestle with abandon,
surrendering to lusts, which are so commanding,
for us, passion is a dangerous compulsion,
licking to the sensitive, soft hollow of your throat,
moaning , as I gently suck upon your flesh there,
sighing, as my kisses upon you again float,
brushing soft flesh, alabaster in moonlight’s glare.

shoulders and upper chest, I explore at leisure,
before kissing upon slope of your heaving breast,
whimpering softly from the sensual pleasure,
as my lips draw circles around each hardened crest,
squirming, when I nibble one and pinch the other,
arching your back to offer yourself to my lips,
sucking deeply upon you, more moans you smother,
gnawing gently on those sensitive, aching tips,
taking my time, before moving to your stomach,
lifting and resting your legs upon my shoulders,
hips gyrating, as my hands cup upon buttock,
kissing so near where your liquid passion smoulders.

lips tracing on you with deliberate slowness,
brushing so softly upon your glistening lips,
teeth grazing and mouth sucking with such tenderness,
savouring your sweet nectar, from those seeping drips,
for moist flow of your passion, has become a flood,
into which my tongue delves deep, lapping and licking,
my thumb rubbing upon swelling, sensitive bud,
to my tempo, your hips rhythmically bucking,
feeling the tremors of your orgasm building,
so don’t cease my attentions, as tongue presses deep,
thumb rubs even faster, you start loudly pleading,
till through trembling flesh, that orgasm does sweep.

the smile of contentment, that graces your flushed face,
as you still quiver from those little aftershocks,
upon your forehead, my kisses tenderly trace,
and my fingers comb through now damp auburn locks,
till eventually your eyelids flutter open,
and your arm encircles my neck, pulling me close,
kissing lovingly, until our passions strengthen,
my burning moistness does your probing fingers enclose,
rhythm of our lovemaking, does steadily build,
hips rising upwards to your mouth, as your finger thrusts,
in pleasing each other, we’ve becoming so skilled,
and are now such experts in satisfying those lusts.

Provoking

our bodies recline, naked limbs entwine,
against you I press, arousal to stress,
with my hair you mess, then the cheek caress,
pressing lips to mine, as moist mouths align,
tongue so serpentine, teasingly divine,
showing such finesse, when nipples molest,
then I acquiesce, thighs spread for access,
swollen lips of shrine, cannot lust confine,
pussy hot and wet, your caresses met,
long fingers poking, inner walls stroking,
my flooding chasm, tingling spasm,
teasing tongue does fret, from clit to rosette,
such bliss provoking, your face I’m soaking,
when I tremble, from sumptuous orgasm.

Juices freely flow

juices freely flow, at the merest thought,
of stinging buttocks, with that very rosy glow,
when at disobeying orders, I get caught,
juices freely flow.

bent over your knee, every bit of me on show,
as that painful lesson, so lovingly is taught,
counting aloud, each and every painful blow.

tender caresses calm, as I become overwrought,
hard flesh ploughs exquisitely to and fro,
for you give me pain and pleasure, that I sought,
juices freely flow.

 

Quickie

tumbling through door,
lips locked in impassioned kiss,
hands at clothing paw,

button by button,
the slithering of some zips,
out of clothing strips,

sucking teat in mouth,
sliding hands around your hips,
touching swollen lips,

sliding to and fro,
curling fingers buried deep,
bliss thumb does bestow,

upon nub does ply
rubbing upon pressing thigh,
slick with my essence.

pulling against teeth,
as they tug upon nipple,
harsher and harsher,

fingers plunging in,
grinding against thrusting knee,
release does begin.

my name on your lips,
as your nectar gushes on,
hand between your hips,

collapsing on you,
quivering from each spasm,
as they rumble through,

much needed quickie,
dressing with grins on faces,
and fingers sticky.