The Hay Wane.... Adult Nature Poem by karen sinclair

Rushed within the barn of sin
Where sunlight sneezed through cracks that teased
Where livestock rested after light
I lay for you, your just delight
My whalebone bustier heaving breath
As two mounds fought for space, thats left
My petticoat risen past my knee
My knickerbockers.....
Your brown eyes
Expressed your thronging tease
Our laughs we hushed for fear of ears
Our bodies brushed and thrust
Ecstatic as
Excitement seared

We lay
And searched the layers of

Cotton which was just and light
Satin skin powdered delight
Silk your proud and elegant form
Which entered
My secret
Wet and warm
Forcing i to let a sigh
And arch my back pon straw and hay
As white nails fought
My fettered frame
Your shackled wench
Delightful shame
Of
Proud silk and double cream
Devoured in one lustere dream