Hotel Coitus
Deep inside the introitus
Room key in hand,
our first hotel together —
that look in your eyes,
I knew you were ready for pleasure.
My clothing discarded,
we turned on the shower,
Neither one of us was
prepared for this encounter.
Steam fogging the mirror,
water running down my spine —
you said, “let me put one on;”
I saw the package shine.
Our hands moist —oh no! —
it slipped, tumbled to the floor,
we fumble awkwardly,
through the fog of war.
Face hot and nervous,
I slid you inside,
my feet on the counter,
my legs open wide.
You wrote a novel on my body,
your lips tracing my skin,
my body felt like fireworks,
a cacophony within.
I exploded with delight,
you were starting to move slower,
steam swirls around us,
your moist hands pulled me closer.
My feet hooked behind your back,
and I listened — horrified —
from between my legs a sound —
oh, I could have cried!
Frozen with embarrassment,
you looked at me, eyes wide …
we laughed it off, and I still had fun,
all strange noises aside.
