LIBRARY UPSTAIRS (double-sonnet)
(A library encounter needs more than 14 lines!)
My library's upstairs room is hardly used
committee time it's full but members not
but there one day I sought a Chekhov tale
and by the upper platform, desked with scores
a lady browsing rustling music scores
I walked across, 'the gath'ring here is good?'
she paused and looked with blue and wide-set eyes,
oh what a look, them music there for me
'I seek a needle, what a haystack here'
and she was stacked as well, 'you'll help perhaps?'
I did, we sought, our patter gelled with ease
she leaned at times, the touch, it set me off
Her off already too, I thought, was so
what now, she turned, those eyes they pierced me through
Her hot, she let me then remove her coat
Her jacket too, tight sweater breasts divine.
The platform desk it shielded those behind
we were secure from eyes - below the waist
she leaned again, and touched again, we kissed
we were aflame, I felt it through our lips
her hands soon roamed, she found my fevered state
Mine too they roamed, I gripped her hip-firm globes
her body writhed, our thighs were intertwined
I let my hands move to her heavy breasts
I held, caressed, and nippled-tweaked, them hard
I kissed her neck, she moaned and writhed the more
she slipped my zip, her skirts I lifted high
she leaned to look at Handel's scores at hand
while I did score, oh I did bore, she said
'don't stop, don't rush to come, I love your cock
'if someone comes, look there, but ride me still'
They did, I did, they left, and then we came.