I joined you on the canal barge in Amsterdam,
naked on the soft welcoming bed,
rocking gently in the wake of passing boats.

I touched your swelling lips gently,
Running a soft fingertip around their outline,
Then along their confluence, from one end to the other.

They parted slightly and tempted me to kiss them,
But first I drew my fingertip along them yet again,
And they opened a little further, to pout up at me.

I just had to kiss you then, full and hard on those lips,
and the tip of my tongue retraced the paths my fingertip had taken,
but now it added my wetness to yours.

My tongue probed gently between your lips,
And parted them more widely,
Exposing the soft wetness still waiting for me to savour.

You moaned and breathed more urgently,
And your lips opened even further,
Willing me to enter and explore within.

Then I placed the swollen head of my cock against your lips,
And you drooled over and around it,
The gathering moisture running down the hard shaft.

The head slipped smoothly between your lips,
Which moved inch by inch down the shaft,
Until they could progress no further.

I stopped, fully embedded inside you,
And you looked up at me, towering over you,
Your eyes shining with a fierce passion.

Then I kissed you deeply on the mouth,
Pulling away only to allow us both to breathe,
And you gasped, “Fuck me now, Simon. Fuck my pussy hard!”