Fit of Frenzy

I grabbed hold of you,
carried you away to
our bedroom, and zoom,
you made my heart quiver
when you undid your buttons,
kicked off your slippers,
and pulled down your zipper.
Then my clothes also went
flying in a flitter.

Wakey Wakey!

Three AM, insomnia,
wide-awake since eleven.
I shake you gently,
softly speaking in your ear,
rubbing my hand on your rear.
Can you help me, darling?
My body is aching,
my mind is wandering,
but I don’t believe in taking pills.
Can you give me a sleeping thrill?
All your dreams I will fulfill.

Weekend Anticipation

It’s five o’clock Friday.
She’s happy. She’s perky.
She has a bounce in her step.
She’s flirty. She kisses me.
She just got home from work.
She had a great shift.
By nine or ten I can predict
what she will want, and I bet
you know what I will get.

Sexual Fusion

At the edge of our bed,
she bent her back sharply,
and made me moan wildly
like a prairie coyote
when she moved her hips quickly,
rocking her body with me.
To the sky I did cry,
elevated to ecstasy.

Rub A Dub Dub In The Tub

My lady sits elegantly
in a tub from the 19th century,
knee-high above the floor,
covered in bubbles and foam,
her breasts affected by gravity,
hanging down beautifully
when she leans forward slightly,
steam rising to the ceiling,
meeting the winter draft of air
from the window above my chair,
and I can’t wait to jump in
so I can touch her skin.

The Mermaid by the Sea

I love to watch her breasts
rise above the waves
like two golden orbs
a King to me once gave.
I will sit here on the sand
until she reaches land.
I shall kiss my mermaid,
touch my gal as I please,
for a month ago she married me,
and I think I know her needs.

The Flirt

It’s always exciting sneaking
up behind you when you do
dinner dishes in the kitchen,
slipping my hands up your shirt,
moving my fingers around your nipples,
below your belly making ripples,
leaning firmly against your skirt.
Naughty things we both do blurt.

The Low-IQ Husband

You are a desperate woman.
I can see it in your eyes.
Maybe I’ll play hard to get,
pretend I’m not in the mood,
let you try a lot of things,
see if you are willing to do
anything and everything
to get me to turn off the light,
and bonk you in bed tonight.

Orgasm Aftershocks

I love the rhythms
that come right after.
I feel like I’m floating away
on a rubber raft, rocked
and knocked by waves
crashing in from the ocean
over and over again
like buckets pouring out rain.

XXX -- Oh, Oh, Oh

On birthday numero thirty,
I sat in the buff, grinning
at the corner of our bed,
you kneeling naked before me,
with a long mirror behind you,
so I could watch you
do that thing you do
that makes my cheeks blush,
my head to get a rush,
and something else to gush
which I love very much.

Standing in our shower,
bubbles on her breasts,
her hands making soapy
circles on her chest.
I’m certain that she sees me
when I look around the door,
and I know if I were in there,
we both would be aroused
much more.

Ballet Isn't Boring

She was my ballerina,
and I her only audience,
watching her, turning from me,
one hundred and eighty degrees,
slowly taking off everything,
dancing without anything,
spinning in perfect circles until
I couldn’t hardly breathe anymore.
Then we made love on the floor.

Siren

Standing at the edge of the ocean,
crashing waves ripping the air,
warm water dripping down her hair,
liquid sunshine on her skin,
her gorgeous body barely clothed,
a volcano erupting deep within.

Pain Reliever

My headache was horrible,
the pain unbearable,
so I sat on a chair
in answer to her dare,
and ran my hands through
her long, dark hair, gasping
for air, and oh, such pleasure.
My head felt light like a feather.
Before and after
I felt much better.

My Bunny

She shakes her fanny.
She jiggles her boobies.
I make her giddy
when I kiss her belly.
I tickle her tummy.
I love my honey.
When I’m in her, I give
her infinite pleasure
that makes us noisy,
and feels so yummy.

My Deary Loves Dairy

My darling, I love watching
you slowly sucking
vanilla ice cream,
melting it all down until
nothing but the cone remains,
and suddenly I realize
I’d like to sit beside you,
my dear, right here, right now.
Oh, wow. Holy cow.

Totally Topless

I dared her to pull her wet,
white T-shirt all the way up
over her head, and then to
unclip, unzip, and undo
everything she had on, too,
and to my delight she did!
Then like a circus clown
she bounced up and down,
and busted our bed.
Her face turned quite red.

Bedroom Invitation

If I fall asleep in Fruit
of the Loom underwear
a little too large for me,
will you promise to slip
them down at two or three?
When I’m dreaming deeply,
will you wake me, my Mrs.
by kissing me tenderly
with wet, steamy kisses?

How To Beat The Winter Blues

On cold January nights
when the wind blows, and the snow
slow dances outside our window,
we turn the heat high to twenty-five,
and sit on our bed, drinking gin.
It really makes me grin when I win
another round of strip poker,
and take off one more item
of clothing she is wearing.

A Pair of Boobs

When you arch your back,
and lift your breasts high,
it is a feast for my eyes.
Unending fun, I am undone.
Nipples near my lips,
the more they are kissed,
the less you resist
everything else I do
to the rest of you, and yes,
you love it, too, don’t you?

Your Voyeur

Making love in the shower
is so overrated, baby.
The space is too tight.
There’s no room to move.
So since I can never slip
inside, I’ll sit here outside
the long, clear glass door,
and watch you rub your
hot body some more
with soap on a rope.

One Friday evening,
both heavy breathing,
our lips locked like glue,
I uttered: I love you!
You unzipped my trousers,
unbuttoned my boxers,
showed me your knockers,
and blew me off my rocker
in more ways than one, hon.

Instrument Of Her Affection

She knocked me down smack,
flat on my back, lips so hot,
so wet, and red, moving a lot,
left to right, and right to left,
enjoying me like butter
on a hot cob of corn,
playing me like a harmonica,
a trumpet, or a horn.

Horny Anniversary

Thank you, my darling dear,
for the past fifteen years.
How naughty you get
when the Sun has set,
and you drink two or three beers.
So get naked, get ready,
and have no fear; the knight
of your life is here.

Heat of Passion

In the tightness of our embrace,
I place one hand behind your neck,
holding your head to my chest,
whispering my deepest feelings,
not only because I’m reeling
from the joy of our love-making,
but because of a revelation:
I love you like I loved no other.

The Big Stud

When I wear my yellow
shorts with purple hearts,
loose-fitting, made from soft silk,
the top two buttons undone,
I feel your hands all around,
making me shout manly sounds
with a sigh, as I rise up high,
and kiss you like the French do.

Moaning Lisa Smiling

Your lips are lovely,
always worthy to be kissed,
sweet and soft they are,
coated with pink lipstick,
taking me to a land of bliss,
a place I’m glad you never miss.