The Door

After hours of disquietude
Trying to shake this mood
She walks up to the door
Hesitating for a moment
This would shake her core
This fantasy bent

Reaching out
Feeling her heart sting
Head full of doubt
Her arm trembling

Gripping the knob tight
With sweaty hands
Turns to the right
And there she stands

With a deep silent whimper
Everything becoming a blurr
Peering by her sight
Two bodies embraced
Tenderly and tight

Her knee's weak
With half hearted surprise
He gently brushes her cheek
This behind the door she spies
Her responce to his touch
Is almost just too much
Too much to bare
For the girl standing there

With a look he leans down
Softly kissing her lips
fumbling at her gown
Tugging at her hips

Their clothing falling to the floor
Watching from behind the door
This erotic scene
Silently inside she screams
"Oh God,I can't take anymore"

Unable to move from this place
She watches as his tongue does trace
Cupping her breasts
Full of carnal desire
His tongue did rest
Setting her body afire

Tasting her sweet juices
From her garden treasure
He eases a finger inside
She bucks in wild pleasure
She's enjoying the ride

Feeling the ache from this sight
And the yearing between her thighs
That's just not right
Slips two fingers below and sighs
A single tear
Strolling down her face
Fingers slip through lace
Heart begins to race

He's pinching her tit
Lifting her ass
Engulfing her clit
So gentle,like delicate glass
Watching this unfold
Causing shudders untold

With a moistness down below
It's time to go
Sadness in her heart
Turning to depart
Can't take anymore
Closes the door