We'd danced until we could dance no more,
went out in the street from the dance floor.
She looked tempting in short skirt and crop top.
We fumbled and kissed till she said, 'Stop',
I drew back, she drew her height to mine
and finger to lips in a 'hush' sign.
She opened her handbag and took out
a condom fit for my erect spout.
Holding it between thumb, forefinger,
letting the pack in my sight linger,
she drawled, "I am giving - you - your key,
This is - your - permission to - fuck me."
"I'm protective of my sexual health,
expect a man to protect himself.""
She continued. "Don't want your number.
Relationships, they just encumber."
She pulled me by hand, to an alley,
exposed to me her happy valley,
while my trousers, underpants I dropped.
I was so 'ready' up manhood popped.
'Let me put the helmet on the soldier,'
she said in tones that heated the smoulder.
She opened the packet with pull on her teeth,
and slowly down my length she slipped the sheath.
Of the offer I advantage took,
it was a wild, wicked, rude up-hook,
In a sea of lust both our souls drowned
as I did deed rubbered, trousers downed.
My hands helped take off her bra and crop top,
then brushed upon her nipples non-stop.
Her groans arose, as if desert parched,
her tum rubbed on mine as her back arched.
A pair of thrusting naked asses,
as breathy moans between us passes.
Far from feeling restrictive and tight,
the condom's lining was feather light.
Sensitivity to contractions
still brought the same penile reactions
but its retention of my man cream
gave added wetness more than dream.
