That Night

Your dress was pure perfection placed on view
The night we danced until the stroke of two.
I took you home, but then asked me in,
And when we kissed I felt the night begin.
I gazed into your eyes and what I found
Caused me to cup your breast; the lovely sound
Of indrawn breath told me that I was right
In thinking that you’d wanted me all night.

We kissed again; then I held you.; by your bed
You gasped and moaned but not a word was said
Until we both were nude. Your hand took mine
And drew me down; your moisture gave clear sign
That you were ready for me. You were sweet
Yet eager as a virgin mare in heat!