Lips, on hips, moving in
The first position, you on top
Moving, shifting, bodies drifting
Bodies entwined
Positions changing, turning, playing
Your lips on mine, sweet sixty nine
Filling me with wanton lust
Your beating chest against my breast
The second position, me on top
Riding, grinding, open, exposed
Your fingers help to bring me close
Closer, trembling, almost there
You watch my eyes and know the signs
And switch the action, my reaction
Bitter, biting, almost fighting
Needing most the sweet release
That only your touch can appease
Position three, I face away
And ride and grind some more
My own hands touch to bring delight
And grip your turgid shaft so tight
My breasts bounce free, I feel the need
To satisfy this engulfing greed
And, wanting more, position four
You push me forward, legs spread wide
I ache to have you deep inside
Take me, please, I almost cry
But quickly, to position five
Upon my side, you from behind
Rapid thrusts to blow my mind
I pant and gasp and beg to cum
But, adding one onto the sum
You spin me into number six
Perhaps this one will somehow fix
The itch, the ache, the need to flood
Your cock with nectar from my hood
No such luck, and position seven
Keeps me this one step from heaven
Keeps me begging, pleading, needing
Screaming out to feel your seed
Within me…. and….
Position eight
Puts me where I hate to be
And long to be, the lines are blurred
Finally…. the release deferred
Is now come, and so am I
Open, naked, skin on skin
Lips, on lips, the sweet caress
Of one who knows my needs the best
