Swift Moves

He levered me on the wall

Wrapping my legs around his hips

He shoved himself inside

He was rough and impatient

Lacking finesse

Yet famished, for concupiscence

It hurt

For I wasn't even moist

I whimpered in pain

Still I let him graze my flesh

He kept on battering my tenderness

I could feel my clitoris swelling

To his madness

I tightened around him

Moaning and egging him further

I could feel him coming

But then the knock on the door

Announced the arrival of his spouse

Hastily, we draped our modesty

And went back to our ritualistic affairs

He, reading newspaper

I, sweeping the floor

But somehere, the pride of being his hunger

It was sheer female triumph

Even if I was just a maid.

©LR