Your expected knock

at my front door

makes me jump,

electrified at the thought

of losing control,

so wide I open myself

for you to glide in whole,

slipping me twisted kisses,

dancing with me legs wrapped

around your waist, then

with my back against a wall,

you pleasure-pace

your enthusiasm

to see me again, while

kneading and massaging me,

in and out you slip,

making me moan desire-filled,

where slippery-wet slowing

your love to a crawl,

as we pant out our frustration

on the kitchen wall,

until you’ve cum and gone,

me left loosened, tension dissolved,

for you showed you love me

by walking through my door.