Curiosity

It was curiosity that drew her
to his motel room that night.
It was the culmination of long consideration,
to let her fantasy take flight.

Greeted at the door,
they quickly embraced,
crossing the threshold,
floating on space.

To the bed, still entwined,
kisses greedily absorbed,
she knew that no matter how this evening ended,
she certainly wouldn't be bored.

As they lay, unsure of what to do,
the greedy kisses, began anew,
Then, He began to caress,
as she kicked off her shoes.

His mouth moved lower,
as his hands began to rise.
Lips mouthing her breasts,
Fingers tracing along her thigh.

Suddenly, though gently,
so as not to hurt,
he ripped open her blouse,
quickly lifted her skirt.

Tongue touching flesh,
her excitement grew,
fingers exploring,
clothes being tossed askew.

Soon mouth had joined,
where the hand now vacated
She knew her desires,
were about to be placated

Her body received him,
rhythmic action ensued,
they became as one,
two bodies, as though glued.

No hesitation now,
longer a tease,
she gave of herself willingly,
letting him do as he pleased.

But when it was all over,
and both were spent,
exhaustion set in,
the room lingered with their scent.

Over, for now, they lay together,
gazing into each others eyes.
until after a period of rest,
Their lovemaking to it's reprise.

An hour passed, then two,
with one final hug, and a farewell kiss,
she then had to leave, Curiosity sated,
she was completely filled with bliss.