Night Cap - Poem by Sylvia Perry
Unwinding at the end of yet another fraught day.
Domestic partners dally at their pleasures for nigh of an hour, two writhing tongues wrestling in the noir of night.
Desquamating the construction of constricting layers of clothing like prudish shackles that plagued her so.
Unfastened brazier, unclasping garter from corset, peeling back fishnet like banana.
Daring to denude her sodden under garments unleashing her Okeanos.
Yanking cocktail dress over bum, entrance enabled.
One firm shove, and large hardness buried, taking control.
Firmly smacking buttock buccal. Counting out boisterously each slap, pain increasing with every graduated digit of the numerical scale.
The force of his well endowed pummellance rocking the vestibule table beneath them chaotically.
As she bounced from side to side in his lap.
Misbehavior long overdue.
Carried by winds of mystic portents, silvery moonbeams pass through the boudoir window like a ghost, eerily phosphoresce displaying the naked charm of his pendulous pole hanging heavily.
It's attendance required.
Bent over groping testicles, pressure building between her gilds.
She molded to the stiff hierarchy of his enterprise like pliant clay. Accrual crammed into pried stems his poignant guest stabbing.
A stern thrash of her defiant lair until they reached their designation and pass out in defeat.
When the raunchy deed is completed he'd lain his head on her thudding chest exhaustively.
She felt him go limp inside her secluded grove and they parlayed, reminiscing climax.
Gentle groans and hoarse squelching besieging memory like after dark marauders.
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