Our Secret

Click the door lock
soft jazz rhythm
we kiss and touch
non-religious schism,
I touch your hips
then your breasts
aroused by
your sexual zest,

I feel your tongue
explore my mouth
as hands explore
my down south,
Undo my belt
my weekend jeans
not this erect
since in my teens,

I run my hands
beneath your dress
naked there
as I would guess,
I kiss your neck
pinch each nipple
you squeeze my penis
life is simple,

We freefall towards
the fresh-made bed
I slide your dress
over your head,
kick off my pants
strip off my shirt
each of our
minds alert,

To the coming
gift of pleasure
to the feel
to the measure,
I hold your legs
high and wide
you guide me to
your warm inside,

The hallelujah
chorus sings
phrase the lord
and other things,
I lift your legs
“fuck me jesus”
we secretly
hope he sees us,