The Chair...

we started on the bed...
you riding me...
breasts in my face...
smile on your face.
i watch you through squinted eyes.
between the vision of beauty before me
and the Sun shining through slanted curtains
my eyes cannot bear the combined illumination
then through a combined collaboration
of determination and motivation
i use the combination
of stregnth and innovation
to lift you...
without sacrificing penetration
still feeling the pulsation
of your G, A, and B spots in unison...
i carry you out the room and down the hall...
and after a brief stop against the living room wall i sit down...
your chamber of secrets gripping firmly to my manhood
as i sit in...
The Chair...
against the wall The Chair is placed against
so the rhythm of our cosmic copulation doesn't cause us to fall
although if we did i doubt we stop
or barely notice
this love-making has become primal
screams and scratches and sounds that can only be described as the brain's vain attempt to express unfathomable pleasure into sound...
the moisture created by our bodies have added another dimension of skill to keeping this ship afloat
but if these sweet love juices cause us to drown...?
what a way to go!!!
to and fro.
stem to stern.
the captin is definitely going down with this ship
as you arch your back i tighten my grip
around your waist so you don't slip
sex frosting around the circumference of your lips
down below
between your explosions and mine i swear that time stopped...

sound left...
as did time...
and it was dark..
the silence of completion...
finally i hear your breath...
as you sit up
you smile as you kiss my lips
and embrace me...

and the day begins anew...