Beneath The Stars

The atmosphere is romantic and magical,
The brandy and wine having made us whimsical,
Beneath star spangled panoply of cloudless night,
His manly arms wrapped around me, holding me tight,
Watching for shooting stars as they streakingly arc,
Across the skies, then disappear into the dark,
His warm lips by my ears, whispering endearments,
Feel his ardour rising, through our sensual garments,
The silk of his boxer shorts and lace of my robe,
Feeling the warmth of his breath upon my earlobe,
Smell that he is wearing my favourite cologne,
Press my buttocks back against hardness that has grown,
His fingers fumble to undo the knot of my belt,
Before his caress upon bare stomach is felt,
Leaning backward against his masculinity,
Robe open, displaying my feminity,
His arms around me, hands still upon my stomach,
Swaying against erection prodding my buttock,
Lightly brushing fingers, through hairs on his forearms,
Closing my eyes, I submit to the night’s charms,
As the fingertips of one hand, caress upward,
The caress of the other hand, wanders downward,
The stroking fingertips, tenderness did impart,
As pushed sides of my robe, even further apart,
Until whole of my breasts, exposed to night’s slight chill,
Over the curve of my breasts, his touch is a thrill,
Upon smooth mons veneris, his touch is like fire,
As my innards dissolve into liquid desire,
Circling slowly round that pouting left nipple,
Just where darker aureole does the skin stipple,
As other fingers explore those plump swollen lips,
'Tween thumb and finger, nipple he squeezingly grips,
Rolling, twisting, tweaking with varying pressure,
Fingers poking my wetness add to the pleasure,
With teeth little nibbling upon my neck and lobe,
From my quivering shoulders, slips off my lace robe,
Momentarily we pull apart from embrace,
To permit passage of downward slithering lace,
And removal of his unwanted underwear,
Overhead, another arc did suddenly flare,
As I leant over and gripped the iron balustrade,
Presenting him with a moist target to invade,
Monetarily his stiffness prods the wrong hole,
So I reach behind and grasp his tumescent pole,
And guide the head of his cock, between my moist lips,
As my shoulders he grips, deeper in slowly slips,
Till his coarse pubic bush, presses against my skin,
Nearly withdrawing and then sliding fully in,
Slowly building up pace, till he was pounding away,
Stretching and filling my chasm, slaking his lust,
As I try to press backwards, to meet each new thrust,
Feeling his taut testicles bouncing off my flank,
His hand slipping to nipple to twistingly yank,
Supporting with one hand, my other slides to my clit,
Upon swollen node, fingers flickeringly flit,
My muscles massaging his firm thrusting penis,
As it strokes in and out of my heated wetness,
Swelling as it gets, thicker, firmer and longer,
And his thrusting becomes, rhythmically stronger,
Suddenly he stops and his body goes rigid,
And my muscles grip, along his shaft so turgid,
Before I feel his release, spurting deep inside,
That I have not come yet, disappointment I hide,
Fingers keep flickering over sensitive node,
Till with him still inside, feel going to explode,
Start quivering, as my fingers frantically plies,
And our mingled juices, seep out upon my thighs,
As the waves of my release, ripple throughout me,
And contracting muscles, forces flaccid cock free,
His manly arms wrap around me, to hold me tight,
Beneath star spangled panoply of cloudless night.