The Tipping Point

I haven't done one of these is a long while, but the first couple of lines came to me last night as I was drifting asleep, he here it is.

THE TIPPING POINT

She wondered if he knew that his last kiss
Had made her want to have him in her bed.
He seemed a perfect man to her, and this
Should be the night her body's ache was fed.
She wanted him to take her home and place
His lips upon hers while he took her gown
And zipped it down the back, then kissed her face.
She'd lead him to her bed, where they'd lay down.

She wanted him to make her nude and touch
Around and in each part she hid from view.
His body over hers would feel so right,
That first long thrust she wanted very much,
That spray of sperm to coat her walls like dew.
She hopes he'll want her many times tonight.