A Tuesday Poem

She sees his intent eyes, icy soft, inches from hers, bottom lips  
grazing, his elbows squeeze her shoulders, velvet arms
her pussy pulses roundly, slowly, liquid hot. on her back, his full  
weight spread over her, balanced between her open thighs
buried, he twists and jams, her ass & clit rock to meet him
drooldrop tumbles off one puffed lip onto another, into her mouth -  
her head pushes back into the mattress, allowing a miniscule arch, and  
another centimeter he sinks into her -- a reflex pussyhug -- rolling  
into orgasmic spurts