hidden pleasure (poetry)

she suggested we find a place to hide – and         a place to feel one another so – we went where no eyes could pry and she kissed me under      the moon big and round like her eyes as they stared into mine and I got lost for just a moment until I felt her hand on my waist sliding to the button of my jeans pulling – tugging – freeing me watching as she went down on her knees and kissed me I arched back as I slid past her teeth and watched as her nose was buried in my skin what a way to begin this moment of hidden pleasure then she rose from her knees and brought her lips to mine and let me taste me and I found my arms wrapped around her unclasping her releasing her and pulling her shirt over her head I witnessed perfection fall so I gently held one in each hand while my lips were still locked to hers then my hands found their way to her pants quickly undoing and undressing the rest of her my lips still locked to hers I found us on the ground fused together hip and mouth lips and hips smashed together over and over finding that spot as she moans giving away our position to all those that would listen but we no longer care as she arches her back into the air and meets my thrust over and over until we collapse together in a heap of sweat and smelling of sex no other words spoken just a hurried dressing and quickly walking back trying not to smile too much.