When I get home

When You get home,

You will be all alone

And I'll wish I was there too

But I am stuck here

Without you ,my dear

Thinking of what we could do?

A cuddle , a kiss

a squeeze, a caress

Ahh, what a wonderful thought

A brush and a rub

A Nibble on a nub

Quickly, or we may get caught

A grope and a stroke

without a word spoke

A passion that builds ever high

A glance and a gasp

A grip and a grasp

An arm, a breast and a thigh

A curl and rod

together they prod

Until they can't take it no longer

A flower now glowing

A tower now growing

Magically, it gets ever stronger

With a rip and a tear

released from their wear

they manouver to get into position

Then when they meet

a transfer of heat

overwhelms, and causes submission

Now into the part

a rhythm does start

a plunging and shafting desire

Its the movement of life

A man and is wife

Together they rise ever higher

A grunt and a ooh

a yes and a coo

a frenzy of potence and lust

A spurt and a spasm

Awash with orgasm

A confirmation of our love and our trust

A reflection in time

A sigh of recline

Another moment of bliss passes by

But when I get Home

If your still all alone

I will make it all come true, Shall I?