Extra Virgin

What made us such animals, that night?
Oh, I loved that you could
shuck that chic exterior like
a stocking from a thigh, but....
That seafood restaurant at the beach;
the disinclination to go;
another restaurant, digestifs;
“let’s take the long way home”;
my hand in your pussy as I drove;
a dark country lay-by where
you sucked my cock until
the passing cars made you laugh;
home (where were the kids?);
just enough clothing torn off to
achieve penetration.

I remember the fuck on the sofa
but how you got, legs akimbo,
on the kitchen table, I will
never know.
You growled when I grabbed the
olive oil, slathered myself and
buggered you roughly, egged on by
your tumultuous breath.
Coming, I felt the thump of your
hands on my chest,
the thud of your knees on the floor,
the urgency of your mouth,
your oily smile.