The bashful glances and eyelash romances,
I wanted to make the first move.
Your cute smile, eyes meeting ‘cross the files,
I was too shy, but with a point to prove.

Were you teasing, when I was freezing,
In the chiller, and you made me laugh.
Your sense of humour, the delights,
Sharing the soap in a bubble bath.

I needed to know, my mind to and fro,
When I asked you to follow me.
I made an excuse, any old thing,
Wondering just how sexy you could be.

There we were, all alone – I heard you ‘purr’,
I’m thinking, ‘have I been remiss?’
But before I can speak,
Your hand finds mine, and we softly kiss.

My heart it beats, your lips are so sweet,
I’m getting so hot in here!
I feel your fingers making a trail,
This is more than I can bear.

Weeks of yearning, passion burning,
My fingers find your zip,
Just easing it down, your skirt undone,
I find a silky slip.

My hands exploring, your lips gnawing,
My neck is yours my love.
My fingers – a life all of their own,
Fit your pussy - like a glove.

Soft moaning, your hands roaming,
My nipples stiff, to your touch.
What are we doing?!
My pussy tingling, I want you so so much.

Our pussies grinding, tongues are gliding,
As we feel the heat and lust.
My breath is short, lost to the moment,
You're as close as me, I trust!

A lingering kiss, then a hasty retreat,
We could get caught by another.
Until next time, my sexy friend,
In the naughty cupboard

Thank you to a certain someone for the inspiration for this poem. You know who you are!