Wooden chair ... Erotic poetry

Empty room

Dark corner

Discarded 

The old wooden chair sat forgotten

Stepped around

Dusted around

For a decade, the old wooden chair silently sat in its corner

Lights low

 A chance, two people meet

A glance

A smile

An intimate hug

A breast caressed

 A neck Kissed

A deep lips embrace, fuel their inner fire

 Intimate encounter slowly convert into lust

Blouse unbuttoned

Shirt undone

Bra unclasped

Paints unzipped

Clothes disregarded on the hard wood floor

Bedroom too far for passion quest

Chair grabbed and put into chosen placement

He sat down on the old wooden chair

She slowly sat down on his erect harden crown

Wooden chair first sound loudly cracked into the air

Startled laugh and giggle rip into the air

Hips gingerly rotate, gyrate, in the sensual rhythm of love

Crack - crack -  crack, the old wooden chair speaks in the rhythm of conjoined hips rotations

As hips rotate harder-

The old chair crackling sound become louder

As hips move with urgency

Cracking sounds cadence out quicker

 Loose joints hold tight

While old wooden chair rocks back and forth

As their passion lust for each other near quest ending

Passion scream, deep moans, drown out the old wooden chair cracking sounds 

As deep shivering quakes mix with hard palpitations

The old wooden chair joints strain not to become unglued

Deep breathes become silent breathes

Two persons in love retreat to bedroom

Leaving the old wooden chair to sit silently in the middle of the room

With old memories of two persons endearment for each other, added to the new

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