"I think I want to fuck you"

"I think I want to fuck you." You said
And scurried of to extract
A condom from the closet.

I sprawled on your bed naked
And read a book on samurai.

My pussy was wet from hours of
Incessant foreplay:
           Dry Humping
           Finger Banging
           Feverish Kisses

Things I thought I had missed out on
By being celibate in high-school.

"Did you know the daito appeared around 1600?"
"I'm not interested in Samurai…
Not now."

You batted the book away with a chuckle.
And were on top of me
Pressing against me
Slipping against my moisture
And failing to enter.

I reached down guided
you into me.

You thrust with all you had:
         Once
         Twice
         Three-times

You pushed deep into me
And came

When it was over we dressed
And argued global warming
Over burgers with
A dine-in tax.

I had kissed you
I had held you
Had pressed my lips against
The bridge of your nose

When my ride approached
You froze
And dropped my hand

And though my gaze followed you.
You never once looked back.