Grace’s charms I try to resist,
I really, really do, it’s true.
But Grace’s slender fingers touch
Graceful and gentle on my wrist.

My adulterous eyes gaze on Grace from afar
Trying weakly not to stare
Trying weakly not to want
I fail miserably: she’s my guiding star.

Grace’s carnal attraction is intense
She’s passion: I fear being closer
She’s passion: I fear a second touch
Her orbital pull is so immense.

Grace’s green eyes draw me in,
Her salacious fire burns brightly,
Gold flecks sparkle, twinkle and wink,
She wants more of Cupid’s hot sin.

Grace glides across the gleaming floor,
Flowing emerald dress delightfully draped,
Brunette hair up, a stray strand loose,
I’m near manic for so much more.

A fleeting glance over her shoulder,
Grace furtively checks the crowded room,
With covert glances I check it twice.
Should this lover act bolder?

She’s now alone for sure,
I slide forward in my vexed pursuit,
Following the perfumed trail
Of Grace’s beauty granted pure.

The inconvenient husband gone,
Grace’s heart is racing; she’s greedily waiting
My pounding heart Grace’s cadence keeps,
“I’m coming!” My delicate sweet bonbon.

Alone we desperately collide inside the room,
Her candied kisses completely corrupt me,
Our tangled tongues mangle wild passion
Our love, a green fuse, does bloom.

Dropping in avid angst to my knees,
Trembling fingers lift Grace’s green drape,
Hungered lips kiss her; make her purr,
My teasing tongue does finally please.

Gorgeous Grace arches and groans,
Craving male hands grip her taut ass,
A crazed tongue licks, strokes and pokes,
Louder and louder Grace graphically moans.

“More!” Grace does yearningly implore
My taunting tongue teases, darts madly
She shudders and whimpers demure
A noise? The clatter of a rattled door?

Are we two entwined illicit lovers caught?
Grace’s fearful green doe-eyes
Fly suddenly gracefully wide,
We both feloniously hope not.

Two nervous lovers wait, two nervous lovers pause
Her panting pussy waits wet,
Grace silently drips nectar sweetly; I listen
Lust is our sole lover’s cause.

Soon silence rules the room again
So I make my final frantic attack.
Grace grimaces and groans: she comes!
We cannot conceive to abstain.

The force drawing us is strong
Two lovers who cannot stop
We fuck every chance we get
Together we perilously belong.

Grace gallantly gathers her things
A wistful gentle touch to my cheek
Sad green eyes do reluctantly depart
Separating always gravely stings.

Grace smiles coyly: I die!
Her soft haunting laugh diffuses
A squeezed hand her trifle left
The door closes. Grace withdraws. I cry!