He grasps her hips,
lips in sync.
She slips to his neck,
he exhales;
palms inch down,
mold to the small of her back.
She nips at his skin,
hands glide further,
caressing;
down a thigh, pulls it around him.
Knee bent, hips pressed to his,
she *****, like the fish
in her pond, and he,
he gropes, moaning ever so
lightly, arousing a grin from
the girl at his throat.