I LIKE IT

I like it

 On the beach with lots of blankets

So the sand stays off your nice bits

With a big old yellow Moon just smiling down

A luscious blonde and a big bottle

Chocks away and go full throttle

Then drink and laugh before another round

I like it

On the dining table

(as long as it is stable)

As the dishes from a great meal crash and fall

The cruet set goes flying

Amidst the heaving and the sighing

And the Peach Melbas end up smeared across the wall

I like it

When there’s crashing thunder

Lightning splits the clouds asunder

The rain beats on the roof like jungle drums

Tangled in the bed sheets

In the steamy summer wet heat

Sweating tight within each others’ arms

I like

Lots of B words

Like Brunette Blonde and Boobs

 Buttocks Bosoms and Backside’s OK too

Slinky Slit and Sideways

S words are not mentioned enough nowadays

Supple Scented Slippery and Screw

I like

The sensory confusion

And nibbling small protrusions

The touch of lace and silk under my hand

All the tense anticipation

And the quiet desperation

 Deciding when to retreat or take a stand

Some try to deny it

But I think everybody likes it

It’s the best fun lying down or standing up

They’ve not found a way to tax it

‘Cept for the sales tax on a mattress

There’s nothing like a good old fashioned .... !

Hastings, 2011

Note: For those of you with a sense of rhyme and meter I know the Peach Melbas could have been smeared elsewhere. I thought about it but decided it was a little crass - not to mention sticky.