On the stairs, in your nightgown
Want darkens your face
We collide and fall in a puddle
Hands, bodies, clothes askew
I take you, or you devour me

In the kitchen, preparing the stuffing
Your pert behind gyrating to an exotic rhythm
Hands grab your hips, throw off your slip
Then kisses and garnish
Slathered in the flavours of our lust

Kneeling, you scoop a hole and drop some seeds
From window, I follow the line of your back
Down to curves that separate
You straighten as if to show you’re aware
In an instant, I’m up against you there


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