Summer night living room

"I just want to forget"
she said
and he had swallowed enough wine
to want to pull the wet
from her eyes
down to her lips.

One solid lunge
on the hand me down couch
and he was holding her-
brushing bangs from her cheek
and pulling collar from neck
preparing spoiled canvas
for work to be done.

Bodies planted
like dueling young guns
so aware of the other
twitching in the soft red slow moment
of who will reach first.
He talks just like candy
close to her lips
something sweeter then need be
words slammed dead by two tongues
violently dancing
lips carelessly painting
outside the lines

his free hand now
while the other keeps watch
has tip toed past guard
shuffled cool under shirt
still respectfully rubbing the low of her back
there may be need for a gentle  slow row
towards her pussy, her ass and those
blouse brushing nipples

she feels for his cock
and all bets are off

"I'm almost new and you're big"
hand exploring his zipper
half of her steps back, the other half waving
(maybe she wants it this way)
and she does, he can feel it
returning the favour
one finger, then two
slipped through orphaned button holes
nothing to pull aside.

it's quick now
a blur
stiff denim buttons
fragile soft clasps
forced over wrists and down ankles
tossed -  just missing candles
aimed for carpet, or small table
just anywhere
but here.

There is just enough light
when the angry wick battles
the t.v commercials
to witness the gleam on his cock
when her mouth pulls away,
him- knees down in cushions
her- skin on bottom legs
marbled with carpet
feet curling under coffee table.
her scalp
deliciously sore, being used as
marionette
his hand gathering hair and directing
the push and pull
making this feel as real as possible.

Almost missing the chance to wonder
if she spits, or she swallows
she leaves him and rises
bodies flushed pink
he kisses everything she has
on the way up.
He wants to eat her
but she's starting a whisper "fuck me please, from behind"
her breath all white wine and skin

she strangles one cushion at the end of the couch
ass up legs apart
her pussy falls open
like the bent back pages of some glossy dirty magazine.
his glutton-ed cock pulsing
pushing in just a bit
his tip soaked in her
teases ripe berry clit
circles her lips, pushes in
just half way then out
then more
slide
out
more
her lips stretched out like a small snake
around a fat frog
she's loud and he's louder
they begin crash test on squealing sofa
finger in ass

some hair being pulled
shoulders thrown back
and shivers through stomach
and it's "fuck yes!"
and "oh god!"
and its " Jesus! right there!"
wet
becomes wetter
and push becomes shove
the grabs become yanking
each of them trying

to slam right through the other.
She starts to cum
(this always makes him cum too)
its all over her ass, her legs and the cushion
gathered like sea foam around the bottom of his cock
they shudder and fall sideways
breathe fast
swallow dry

tissue box plucked at

like some bad magic trick 

the kisses so small now

holding heavy and stiff

talking

so overly polite

game show glow

through snuffed candle haze

his eyes flirt

with the door

her eyes reminded

to be soft and wet

again.