(Gave this an airing at the Erotic Poetry Night at Malton last weekend, and managed to add the audio at last)

 

“What is the bidding?”

“The bidding is thine” she said.

He spoke and she took position,

Before him, in shadow.

 

“What is the bidding?”

“The bidding is thine” she said.

He held her hips.

He clicked his tongue softly in her ear,

Before tracing the line of her neck with it.

She closed her eyes, her head crooked to one side.

He held her throat gently

And returned his mouth to her ear,

Where his tongue began to probe,

Then took the flesh between his teeth

And nibbled on the lobe.

 

 “What is the bidding?”

“The bidding is thine” she said.

He told her his bidding.

She remained silent and soft as a dove before him.

He placed his hand under her shirt

And on the flat of her stomach,

Leaving it there momentarily while nuzzling her ear.

She raised her arms behind her,

To hold his head and hair.

He shifted his hand slowly to her breast

And found the point,

Already anticipating and welcoming his touch.

 

“What is the bidding?”

“The bidding is mine” she said.

She turned her head to him,

Still in shadow

And kissed him deeply.

The intimacy of her kiss

Aroused him greater still than her touch.

Pleasantly he would detect

A tightening of his sack

And she would feel the full effect

Nudging in her back.

 

 “What is the bidding?”

“The bidding is mine” she said.

“I am yours” he said.

“No words” she said “but that the bidding is mine”.

He complied with her bidding willingly,

His pleasure almost equal to hers

Despite her not having touched him.

 

They were both naked now.

 

“What is the bidding?”

“The bidding is thine” she said.

He instructed her

To take a position kneeling,

On her elbows,

Her face in the pillow.

He spread her knees wide,

Her oestrus heightened by the vulnerability

Of being laid open.

For several minutes he enjoyed

The sight, and the touch, and the taste of her;

His pleasure great,

But a fraction of hers,

Which culminated

In her collapsing on the bed,

Tiny spasms in her crotch

Abetted and improved on by

His tenderness of touch.

 

He lay beside her,

Stroking her back

Until she was ready again.

“The bidding is thine” she said.

But she knew his bidding.