Having My Cake and Eating It Too

another poem of lust

I came from up from behind
and took her by surprise.
I slid my hand slowly up her thigh.
She never stopped to ask who or why.
I demanded and her body obliged...
We kissed like it was our last day...
And frantically our clothes fell away.
So soft, warm, sweet, and wet...
A girl like that you never forget.