Dessert in the park

That time, almost midnight
when you took me to the quiet park
after dinner
strolling slow
under the yellow moon
of a warm harvest evening.
you wound the chain on the
ancient child's swing.
Palmed my waist and sat me down.
Pushed me twice
startling me into laughter.
Catch my breath watching beautiful you
cross to my front, moon making our skin glow gold
as you trace the collar of my dress
and one, by one, count the buttons
over trembling breast, so warmly teasing.
Lips meet mine, tasting of dinner wine
as you open my legs wide
around your waist.
A moan from me
as I felt what you have done
aroused against me pressed into soft
the seam of your jeans, grinding.
Under the stars on the rusty old
playground thing.
You whisper rough
sin against my skin,
“How about some desert now?
something with some honey
and something with cream.”
I tremble at your licentious words
tighten my thighs as my buttons give way
and your mouth
creating a trail of warmth
from chin, to jaw, to neck.
Hip move, arms holding
hunger to hunger craving
dessert tasted, shared
in the park
in the quiet neighborhood.
just the two of us
playing on
the ancient swing
tasting after-dinner delights
under an autumn moon
in the night softened neighborhood.