The Counter

Fresh from the shower your scent thrills me
I begin to put away towels, hugging kissing you. 

I look at you, you know... the way I do
I'm drawn to you

Against the counter I press you
consume your lips.
Breath heavy, no time to waste
Hands moving, caress your breasts

Grip your hips lift you up
Set you down, steal your towel

Your legs spread wide, inviting me in...
I quickly strip. Attack.

Greedily I enter you
Soft, warm, silky and wet

in a hard fast rhythmic motion
Oh my, how I love you....

How I love fucking you on the counter top.