To Twist and Crinkle Sheets

Across the bed, the coverlet is pulled tight
over creaseless sheets. Meticulously set
pillows are stacked carefully ‘til just right.
The bed is painstakingly made for our duet,
though all of this matters little on this night.

After he breezes unrestrained through the door,
our love-filled kiss will heighten our cravings
for the consummation of our passionate ardor.
Soon, we eagerly lower our intimate beings
onto bed linens analogous to the blue yonder.

Beneath our sensuously entangled bodies,
the unwrinkled sheets will twist and crinkle,
but I draw his irresistible face closer. Then, he’s
pulling my body hedonistically toward him. Bestial
lust sparkles in his verdant eyes. He's such a tease.

One hand tightly holds the small of my back;
another firmly cups a breast. I relish the textures
of clothing as he pulls it from my body in his attack.
He tempts me with grazing, wandering fingers.
His tantalizing touch raises goose bumps. For payback,

I arch against him, nibbling at him. Claiming him as a victim.
With ravenous eyes, his voracious gaze slowly drips
across my curvaceous shape—across my amble bosom
down to my narrowing waist which flairs to voluptuous hips—
Supremely aroused, his tumescent phallus offers no ransom,

as like an animal, he forces pillows off of the bedding
as he lays me down with finesse. Gently now, his lips caress
mine as he wills me to cease my incessant baiting.
With care, he settles between my shapely legs. His express
wish is realized as with a vigorous thrust our love is just beginning.