After Work
He throws his black trench coat across the foot stool;
Wet and Cold as he is, he heads straight to the kitchen.
It's dark outside, the neon moon is the only source of light;
Rain beats down on the glass window.
He blows out all the rosemary scented candles, and swiftly grabs her by the waist,
Taken by surprise, she lets out a silent scream;
The soft touch of his finger caresses her plump lips.
Swaying in tune to the sweet melody played in their heads.
They share a kiss as gentle as a mother holding her newborn;
He picks her up and sits her on the marble kitchen island.
'Be gentle' she whispers in his ear;
He then thrusts himself into her.
Legs sprawled, arms out; the moans get louder and louder.
They move in rhythm to the tics on the clock.
A bead of sweat drips down her smooth butter skin;
His strong grip around her waist, he gradually moves faster.
'Be gentle' , he slows down and gently kisses her neck;
Then he moves down to her ripe chestnut brown nipples.
He licks her stomach and swiftly thrusts himself into her once more.
Legs wrapped around his dark chocolate body, they move towards the oakwood staircases.
The master bedroom door echoes throughout the house;
The kitchen is quiet, the pit-patter of the rain is swoon.
The rosemary candles take over the faint smell of his cologne;
The intensity has died down, everything is left still.
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