The Ladies Room

I wink. "The ladies room?" We smile and rise.
My friend aligns her dress and deeply sighs.
The crowded path through tables set to dine,
I stumbled once, my head spun with the wine.

Around the bar and down the hall, we two
Pushed through a door and softly locked it true.
With lusting cry, her hands pulled down my top
My clothing's buttons flew, I heard them pop.

Against the wall, she pushed, no time to lie.
A kiss, a lick, a suck - her lips could fly.
Knees down she slid to raise my silky dress
Her face pressed in; began her tongue's caress.

So swift my eyes partook the burning sight.
Before me, mirrored, a lustful, luscious plight
That sent my mind so blank and heart askew
As thundering shivers ran me through and though.

I bit my lip to stay the moment quiet.
So swift she straightened dresses. Could one buy it?
A sodden lipstick rolled, some blush applied,
Emerged quite flushed, returning side-by-side.

We sat back down, aglow and filled with smiles.
On looked the men with wonder, gauged our wiles.
Said they, "I question this, that now you're done,
A myst'ry - why do women go as one?"