He says 'come on over'
You jump in the car
Climb the stairs to his place
Glad you didn't have to drive far
It’s one a.m.
You know why you're there
He presses his lips to yours
Your fingers tangled in his hair
You peel off your sweater
The temperature starting to rise
Your pants already gone
His hands upon your thighs
Stumbling toward the bedroom
Slamming shut the door
Falling onto the mattress
Throwing clothes on the floor
You push your hips down on his
Ripping a groan from his throat
Now you've got him whimpering
Saying words you’d blush to quote
One hand on your waist
The other on the back of your neck
He grins that sexy smile
Before just teasing your lips with a peck
Now it's your turn to be pinned
Your arms on the pillow above your head
His mouth wet on your nipple
Your body goes heavy as lead
He moves to your neck, your face
You raise your hips to beg
He only smiles again
Moving a hand to your leg
Your breath coming in gasps
You can't take much more
His body is what you crave – now
From your flesh to your very core
He finally gives you what you need
Joining himself with you
Your eyes roll back in their sockets
You could swear, once inside, he grew
Undulating in some erotic dance
Your eyes open but a crack
He groans in rapture against your throat
You cry out, digging your nails in his back
He lies on his side facing you
Playing with your hair, leaning in for a kiss
You drift off into a blissful slumber
Thinking 'I could get used to this'
© 2005 Melissa Byrd
(for Nick Z)
