after a long airplane night

At Heathrow Airport
me in from Africa
you from America
shared morning coffee
after a long airplane night,

Wrinkled cotton dress and sandals
khaki trousers and desert boots
discarded on the hotel floor
now: boxers; panties and bra
kissing each other hard on the mouth
before the bell-boy closes the door,

I unclasp your bra, slide my hands
down your back, between silk and flesh
I feel your deep breath
expand your breasts into my chest
your thumbs hooked on the elastic of my boxers
pulling them downward,

I kiss your mouth, your neck
the top of your shoulders
my Africa-rough hands
cupping your smooth bottom
fingers playing with me
as I expand and fill the gap between us,

I slide your panties down
long, smooth, white legs
you stand on your toes
I squat down and you guide me
my erection
out of my boxers
and into your waiting vagina
you relax and I stand
and you gasp
as I fill you full and deep,

Legs wrap around me
back against the wall
you breath deep and even
as if counting the time
I lift you slightly
and let you settle back on me
then again, and again
each time feeling the pressure
rising lava in a long quiescent volcano
soon to erupt,

The speed of your breathing increases
I feel your muscles contract around me
a sheen of sweet sweat has formed
on each of our foreheads
the scent of your perfume
is mixed with the smell of ten hours
on a Boeing jet liner

Your orgasm
like the rumble of a 747 taking off
fully loaded on a hot summer’s day
mine, like an Atlas Rocket
exploding on the launch pad
destroying precious cargo
and setting the program back
at least two years,