Sticky in the dark

Looking at you all day
Sexy curves caressing
My eyes – fantasies
Of hot and sweaty action
Wafting like a heated breath of air
Through the windings of my brain
My body ready to pounce
Like a predator on you

In bed – my wishes clearly
Written across my face
You slyly smile
And tell me sweetly
That your unfortunate condition
Does not allow for anything – at all

Your hand - you settled comfortably
Sneaks to my shoulder and caresses gently
The bunched up muscle ropes
While we are lying in the dark
With frogs tunes playing in the
Night of spring.

All this has swelled to aching fullness
The member of my bodies family
And without thought or sense
The other members wandered down there
And started touching, probing, raising
Hell – of the exciting kind

I ask? You answer: “Stroke yourself”
And your inflaming touch
Of definitely not so rousing body parts
Plays background to the urges, undenied

I climb the steep and fascinating rise
Alighting with a shudder to the climax
With moans and shudders, throes of passion
I find myself however in the end
With paper tissues in my hand
Sticky in the dark