Make Me

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A cafe outing,
short skirt with no panties,
Oak table,
With a rose.

She teases me with her toes,
Seductively rubbing
The tension,
Grows.

Together we depart,
Hailing a cab,
Caressing,
My trousered length.

The drivers eyes diverting,
Just out of sight,
I’m almost,
Spent.

Finally we arrive home,
I open the door,
She grabs,
My tie.

Passionately she then reaches,
Gasping my hair,
I’m forced,
Between thigh.

Amidst our lust frenzy,
We then stumble,
Before falling,
Upon the stairs.

Forcing my hand to comfort,
Beneath her skirt,
Gently,
She unfolds.

Her delicate lips moistened,
Wrapped around my knuckle,
Before she,
Surrounds my wrist.

She cries with unbridled passion,
With aching song pleasure,
Vigorously,
Unleashing me.

Her muffled moans leak,
Resonating deep,
Around my,
Unleashed girth.

Rolling upon her back,
Shoulders upon the steps,
Her thighs,
Restrict me.

I plunge my steady length,
Deep within,
Her surging,
Bliss.

My hips bear down,
Her grasp tightens,
Her moans,
Silently trickle.

Bonded within her,
My erection throbbing,
I pry,
We climb.

Step by step we rise,
Fucking her hard,
Scaling,
The stairs upward.

Her poor aching buttocks,
Spanked by every step,
Bruised and battered,
Red.

At the summit of the stair,
Fingers entangled in my hair,
We rise,
Bonded together.

I whip off my leather belt,
Together with my tie,
I bind her,
To open thigh.

Ankles bound to each,
Stairwell rail,
She’s breeched,
Suspended.

I watch her struggle,
To compose herself,
Positioning,
Only for me.

Slowly I enter her,
Again,
And again,
And again.

Exhaustion never betrays,
Her body holds firm,
As I plunge,
Into her fiery depth.

My vantage point,
Her polished mound,
I press,
A finger into her.

Vigorously plunging,
Tenaciously rubbing,
Trembling upon the wake,
Of her own waves.

As she gushes,
Again,
And again,
And again.

Completely broken,
I unbind her,
She collapses,
Into my arms.

Resting upon breath,
She snuggles into me,
Trembling,
With after shocks.

Like a feather I carry her,
To rest upon our bed?
No.
To make love once again.

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(c) 2015 PJ Bayliss

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