Tipsy from your words
Served in a chilled glass...neat
I fear your advantage
Shall I bluff
Should I fold
Complying on my stomach
Hands gliding along my legs
Spreading
Searching
Exposing me
Your buttons hitting the floor like
change spilled across the table
Love comes furiously
Eager to fill
Connecting as one
Your body glistening
Pressing against me
Pinning me
Take it all you whisper
My mind bends to please
Stretching to fit you until I 
black out with pleasure
 

©Natalie N. Narine