Old style Imagination

I thought you would not like it if I touched you there,
How wrong can a man be?
Your fascination for all things straight forwards!
it was driving me to distraction.

But then I caught the glimmer in your eyes a sparkling crescendo of unbridled passion as we drove the cobbled road on my bike.
Knowing where your body was placed exquisitely upon my cross bar there was only one thing that could be making you smile.

OH but how long did it take for me to pluck up the courage to ask in a polite manner if I may touch you to soothe any pains I may have inflicted.
Once more the giggling smile of a responsive maiden greeted my question with fervent smoldering glances as you raised the hem of your dress to unveil paradise.

I remember it was a hot sultry evening, the newly gathered hay still warm and moist from the days cutting, the smell overpowered only by the heady aroma of your body.
Sweet enticing  trembling hands guiding me towards the place of honour atop your graceful long lithe legs.

A gentle gasp from closed lips both yours and mine as a tingling touch took place under cover of soft silken underwear moistened from your ardor.
Lips then caressing each and every pore of our faces as fingers and thumbs moved in a more frantic motion between trembling thighs both yours and mine.

Another giggle as I exploded prematurely with the heat of the moment,
My face must have had a pained expression as you comforted me immediately with soft words in my ear as your hands made way to once more generate a swelling desire, and oh how the words I had read about second best came true...