The first night she sat
Regal even as nerves caused her to tremble
Her chair not absorbent enough to
Soak up her fear
The first time, the first night
The consummation of her marriage,
Her love,
And the consecration of her trust
What would it be like?
What would he be like?
She didn't expect perfection
But she hoped for tenderness
A sharp knock-knock
A click of the latch
And he appeared in the doorway
Tall, strong, dressing gown askew
With a few strides he drew near,
Drew her up out of her chair
A flutter of dressing gowns
Attended his heated touches
In bed – quickly –
He eased up her night gown
Another flutter of lace and satin
Then of cotton and linen….
She stared, blatantly,
As he bent his body above her
Tugged at the neckline of her gown
To kiss down her skin
Naked. He was naked
And his bottom was round
And firm…
Perfect.
She couldn't help herself –
She reached down,
Hands over the rise of the muscles
And squeezed
The moan he gave
Made her heart race
And her skin flush red
She squeezed again, gently
Those perfect peaches
Which drove him wild
When she touched them
And made her want more
"Oh my," she thought
"So far this is quite
A wonderful adventure –
Full of terrific fun!"