Doggerel III: Undone

The couple described are both 18+ years old

Doggerel III: Undone

One by one
Her buttons failed
To retain their closure.
Each, undone
by twist and tug,
Increased her exposure.
First, her throat
Revealed its deep
Sensitive soft hollow
As her coat
Collar was spread
Hinting more would follow.

The next and
The last allowed
Her coat to open wide.
As it fanned
And fell away
She could no longer hide
Evidenced
Abundant charms
Now somewhat more detailed.
He commenced
To ascertain
What else might be unveiled.

From the waist
Line of her skirt
He un-tucked her blouse hem
And then placed
His fingers to
Pull down her zipper stem.
The skirt slid
Straight to the floor
Creating a surprise:
Her slip hid
The crucial view
Sought by his eager eyes.

Hands were raised
And fingers worked;
Her blouse was next to go.
His palms grazed
Lightly upon
Her camisoled torso.
Its thin straps,
Satin sheen and
Deep decollete were
Tender traps
For any man
Held by their strong allure.

Her turn now,
He stood stock still.
She took his hat and tie,
Kissed his brow
And ran her hands
From chest down to his thigh.
Then she knelt,
Unlaced his shoes,
And slipped them off his feet.
Next, his belt,
Drawn from its loops
Signaled his pants' retreat.

Her thumb traced
The outline of
The thing which caught her eye
As she raced
Her fingers to
Unzip his trousers' fly.
His pants fell
In quick response
To force of gravity.
She could tell
An interest grew
Within her cavity.

He could see
From this angle
Beneath her camisole
The degree her lacy bra
Displayed her areole.
With a tug
The straps' pink bows
Completely were untied.
With a shrug
And shimmy-shake
The top began to slide.
Bunched around
Her midriff now
The cami served no one.
Pushing down,
As she stood up,
Her top and slip were done.

As she played
With shirt buttons
She felt him press her hips.
While he stayed
He firmly pulled
Her 'til he kissed her lips.
This embrace
Gave good access
To work her garter snaps
And displace
Their lacy belt
Which left her silken taps.

Changing tack,
He slithered down
Her body, like an eel.
Her hose, slack,
Against her thighs,
Were easy then to peel.
Looking down
She rubbed his neck
To see how he'd react.
Her moist mound,
Behind sheer silk,
Invited close contact.

He lingered,
Face to fabric,
Basking in scented heat,
Then fingered
through a leg-hole
To find her secret treat.
Past control,
He held her tight
With his hands as he used
Teeth to roll
Her tap pants down,
Then mouth and mound were fused.
His tongue poked,
Found its mark and
Rapidly then fluttered.
She was soaked,
Overwrought and
Suddenly, she shuddered.

Next her rose,
Took off her bra,
And freed her fulsome breasts.
These pillows
Were softly firm
And swollen at their crests.
As he plucked,
Her nipples popped.
He pounced upon her tips.
As he sucked
The puffy gems
They throbbed between his lips.

Meanwhile she
Had slipped her hand
Inside his boxers' vent
feeling the
Rigidity
Which made his shorts a tent.
Her hand worked
Along its length.
Each stroke increased his need.
His staff jerked
as pressure built
And he released his seed.