still wet

Still Wet!

The picnic table beckoned,
As we walked into the night.
Damp wood, on my thighs,
Clit, throbbing with delight.

Cool air on my nipples,
As I freed them, from their bind.
The fever of our kisses,
Left reality behind.

Frustration! gripped my body,
You stopped! This cannot be.
But then you led me back,
To the deserted, B&B.

( The tele room, the leather chair,
Your tongue on my clit, my legs in the air,
Whipped up a frenzy in my brain,
Until I thought I’d go insane.)

The bar-room, was the place to go,
A leather sofa there.
My naked skin clung to it,
As you laid me down with care.

No sooner, had your erection,
Found its way at last.
That it touched, on my g-spot,
With an awe-inspiring blast.

My juices kept on coming,
Time after time.
Dripping off the sofa,
Sliding in them, so sublime.

Holding back your pleasure,
Again you called a stop.
Eyeing up the table,
With its pristine leather top.

In full view of the window,
Doggy style, at first,
You knew, just when to turn me,
To cause, my g-spot, again to burst.

Pleasure, so ecstatic,
Hovering, in a daze.
I lost control, completely,
Such a heavenly, misty haze.

Screams, spilling from my throat,
My body writhing, as if, in pain,
As my juices kept, on squirting,
Again, again and again.

Having, bided your time,
You could, hold back, no more.
So thrust, your rock hard dick,
And filled me, to the core.

We just laid there together,
Amazed, at what just past.
Wrapped in each-others arms,
Satisfied, at last.

Some! may think, women of fifty,
Are dried up, demur and mild,
But! I’m here, to tell you,
We’re still, raunchy, wet and wild.