Ruth

It’s raining lightly
on my roof
I’m in bed
woman named Ruth,
Met at a party
friend was throwing
no idea
we’d be going,

To bed together
like we are doing
no idea
we’d like screwing,
As we did
an hour ago
in faint light
her breasts show,

Larger than most
probably not real
have a convincing
natural feel,
Wore to the party
a tight tee-shirt
lady who obviously
likes to flirt,

Drinking cocktails
telling stories
adventure travel
third-world worries,
Both getting
a little wasted
talking about
how life tasted,

The party lasted
until midnight
Ruth and I
thought we might,
See each other
again someday
both agreed
might be ok,

So now it’s raining
and I know the taste
new territory
below her waist,
The sound she makes
the point is reached
orgasms wash
up on her beach,

Where from here
who knows
fingers painted
and her toes,
Penis slowly
growing in size
wondering does she
like a surprise,

Vagina moist
I explore
opens one eye
asks: “more?”,
Spreads her legs
arches her back
enter her gently
and never look back,

Make love
as rain subsides
one of those slow
steady rides,
Reach that point
when we both grin
and then start
all over, again …