“Come.” she said,

throwing the covers back,

and beckoning me towards her.  “Come.”

Beneath the flannel sheets she was not

naked but wore black bra lack fishnet

stockings and garter belt. “Come.”

I stood there like an idiot tee shirt

half way down my arms, “Come”

she std and fumbled with my belt and fly

with her tongue she explored me until we lay

like two digits in the bed shuttering as our

mutual efforts bore fruit.  Then we tumbled and

grappled under the covers  into an embrace

We coupled, struggling with each other,

for each other:

strength begets strength, passion, passion;,

until the waves of our lust crashed

upon the rocks of physical endurance

and we slept.