Two as One

Holding each other
Laying side by side,
Peaches and cream skins
Touching.

Their worlds left behind
Of husbands,
Kids and homes,
In search of
Fantasy
Desired for sometime.

Touching each other
Firstly apprehensive,
Then
Sensually.

Their tongues
Exploring each others,
Entangled lipsticks
Blend.

The room filled
With the sounds of each other
Swimming in their
Sensuality.

Moans
Deep within their throats
Escape into the air.
Each taking turns,
Kneading their breasts,
Sucking and licking their nipples.

They gaze
Into each others eyes
Transfixed.
Only to be broken by
Their desires.

Both move into position,
Showing each others vagina,
Both staring
At what lay before them,
All
Pictures in their mind
Gone.

Reality
Has arrived.

Touching each other with their
Fingers,
Studying each shape
Either not following,
However ending together
At the same destination.

Their tongues finally escape from their
Enclosures,
Lashing out,
And in tender, passionate movements
Suck at each other's
Juices.

Playfully biting their clits
Burying their faces deeper
Into each other.

Grinding pelvises,
Concentration,
Replaced by
Erotica,
As each builds to satisfy one another
Like no man can
Where,
How,
Why,
When.

Their painted nails
Dig deep into each other's cheeks.

One final burst of tongue lashing,
They shatter into
Orgasm,
Body clocks synchronised.

They lay in each other's arms,
Bodies exhausted and spent,
Tenderness abounds,
They are,
Two as one.