To Christine

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TO CHRISTINE (and her red dressing gown.)

The night you wore that dressing gown,
With intense desire I did frown.
Straining to see your nakedness,
My heart pounding with intense stress.
Your gown was opening with innocent intent,
My hardness forming in my trousers, like a tent.
I saw the paler skin of your breasts,
Which heaved at my so-called idle threats.

Your pale skin contrasting with the red,
Making my blood pound in my head.
Every slight move you made, I could see more,
My mind working overtime, ‘what else was in store’.
I talked sexily to you to increase your desire,
To make it more even, as I was on fire!
Then I saw the nipple of your right breast,
My heart now banging hard in my chest.

I moved towards you and we did kiss,
Then moved between your opening thighs, it was bliss.
Your gown now opening, right to the waist,
I looked down, longing to taste.
I undid your belt and opened it up,
You put down your glass, next to my cup(?).
In eagerness, with my trousers I did fumble,
As with desire, your defences did tumble.

My hardness sprang out, and I moved towards you,
You brought up your knees, my dreams coming true.
I slowly slipped wetly inside, and deep,
I hoped tonight, we would not sleep.
Your pussy got so hot and wet,
Enough of you, I could not get.
Your moans and my words set us on fire,
Our love-making, I hoped, would not tire.


Our breath and climaxes coming fast,
I knew not for much longer, it would last.
I loved the wanton look on your face,
As I started to quicken the pace.
Your body arched and moved beneath mine,
My thrusts and your hips keeping perfect time.
Your body jerked stiffly in spasm,
As together we reached our orgasm.

I kissed you passionately, our desire uninterrupted,
As deeply inside you, my hot seed erupted.
We held each other tight as if to keep,
My still spurting prick inside you, so deep.
Your legs behind my back you entwined,
As from our climaxes we did unwind.
I did not want it to be over,
Wanting to be your occasional lover.

I kissed you as our bodies heaved and panted,
And then lay my head on your shoulder, canted.
I put up a hand to your breast and held,
As the lust in your body, your hard nipple telled.
You opened your eyes and looked in my face,
As my creamy seeding slowed in it’s pace.
“Don’t stop yet,”, you said, “I still want more,
Take me on the sheepskin rug, on the floor.”.

Still in a hug, we slid to the rug,
Your hands on my hips you did tug.
You opened your thighs and pulled me in deep,
As so wetly inside, we both wanted to keep.
Your moanings rose higher, as did your sighs,
As our love-making pace began to rise.
Sweat covered our bodies with all the effort,
As your trembling body in climax, went taut.

You half-opened your eyes and lustfully pleaded,
“Please take my arse.”, is what you basically needed.
We both paused as we took in your meaning,
Adjusting our bodies to achieve your pleading.
We stared into each others eyes as if to gauge,
Perfecting the tight intrusion, as if acting on stage.
We soon achieved it in shared concentration,
Soft moaning at the sought after penetration.

Soon we were moving in wonderful unison,
Striving to get it deep, in the illicit union.
“Oh god yes, it’s just what I needed.”,
Joyously accepting it, being totally completed
We kissed as you said “Now give me a fucking.”,
As we both lusted in this illegal buggering.
“Give it me hard, I need you deep in me.”,
Crying out orgasmically at the basic sodomy.

You tilted your hips up so as to meet mine,
Our arms and legs we did tightly entwine.
The fire of our passion had now risen steeply,
As again my seed spurted up you so deeply.
You kissed me passionately right at the top,
As your arched stiff body, received every drop.
We stayed coupled like that for quite a time,
And I hoped it was’nt the end of the line.

We rested and drank only for a while,
Before retiring to your bed, with a smile.
You lay back so happy, on the bed,
“The drink’s gone straight to my head.”
The excuse you gave made us laugh,
“You’ve got me so horny, you don’t know the half.”
Soon we were using your every wet orifice,
Such wanton pleasuring, such heavenly bliss.


We did it hard and fast, just as you liked,
My wicked weapon in you, stabbed and spiked.
Time floated by, our bodies light as a feather,
As we pleasured the other so passionate together.
We promised to do it sometime again,
But so far to this day, it’s just been a game.
This story is true as I have now told it,
About that red dressing gown, and how it unfolded.

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SadieRoseSadieRoseover 18 years ago
Delicious, Darling!

Very touchy feely poem from the Dark Knight of Smut. It really peels away the folds of that scarlet gown and penetrates right to the heart of the matter. What more can I say?

Now stop writing me suggestive e-mails and write more poems you fiend! *heheh*

xx.S