Sir Galahad Revisited

The day was humid, sweltering, and hot.
I was plainly miserable and sweating a lot,
As I kicked back in my lawn chair, sucking on ice,
Thinking some A/C would really be nice.

My A/C had busted—to A/C Heaven it reside—
In short, to my horror, my A/C had died.
And I was forced to wait miserably for the mechanic
To fix my A/C—no, no, I would not panic!

A long, cool bath, I decided, is what I needed to do
With “blue island” bubbles for a Caribbean hue.
And I could pretend I was on an island away
And not in Missouri on this hottest of days.

I grabbed a book to read as I sank in the tub,
Knowing as the coolness seeped that I was in love.
Cool and relaxed, I cracked my book to page one,
Knowing deep down the Adventure just begun.

Recall Sir Galahad with eyes blue and blazing?
Wicked of smile and stamina so amazing?
Yes, he was the star as I read that tale again.
I was in the mood for some sex, some love, and some sin.

As I turned the page to the opening chapter,
I was distracted by some low husky laughter.
My green eyes lifted to meet some blue eyes so bold;
My lips gave a smile of the oldest invitation ever sold.

“I understand you’re missing me, my sweet little pet,”
He said, caressing my thigh to see how far he could get.
“You’ve heard right, Sir Galahad—do you want to tumble?”
He nodded wickedly as I whispered, “Get ready to rumble.”

His bold hard hands pulled my naked hips to meet his
And I faltered but a second to whisper, “Oh golly whiz…”
He laughed as he kissed me, his tongue playing grammar—
A question, an exclamation, a statement…a stammer.

He’d fumbled a second when my questing hands drifted South,
But he recovered to stop my mission and quiet my mouth.
“Slowly,” he whispered, “Let’s take it one step at a time…”
So I swiveled my hips to drive him out of his mind.

“Or not,” he groaned, thrusting deep as I gasped.
I leveraged his shoulders as he leveraged my ass.
Then setting back lazily as if he could do this all day,
He rocked me until the world dipped and swayed.

Finally I splintered and shivered in his embrace,
And finally I quieted to look in his face.
“Come, Galahad, to a bed, you’ll admit that’d be new…
Tell me, on a mattress, would you know what to do?”

His wicked eyes twinkled as he gave me a wink.
“I think I can manage. What do you think?”
“I think we should hurry before I take you on the floor.”
He laughed, “Keep talking, luv, and talk dirty some more.”

To the bedroom I led him and with a towel, we did dry,
And with a wicked thought, I touched him to make him sigh.
Then I whispered, “Pay attention. I’m about to speak in tongues.”
Then I put my tongue in his navel to work down to some fun.

“Keep talking,” he grinned. “I pick up languages fast.”
And as I played with fire, he came with a gasp.
With a swallow and a grin, I stood and pushed him to the bed.
“Do what you will,” he grinned. “I’m already dead.”

“Well, you’ll find the afterlife has much more to give.”
“With angels like you,” he swore, “who wants to live?”
“Flatterer,” I charged, as I bounced by his side.
All wolfish, he said, “Lie back, ‘tis your turn to die.”

“Sounds serious,” I teased, and on elbows I sank.
Then his tongue did things that later I’d thank.
“Up,” he commanded, and I said, “I can’t get any higher.”
“On your knees,” he laughed, “I’m about to make you a liar.”

Wanting to scream in frustration, I rolled to shaky knees.
“Very good, now grab the brass bars, like that, if you please…”
“What?” “Just do it,” he demanded with a slap to my rump.
“Tilt your hips just like this, butt up, do not slump.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I returned, just before he thrust home.
Holy shit, that’s the G-spot, I thought with a moan.
My fingers clenched the brass bars as his voice whispered dark,
His words were enchanting as I flew apart.

His right hand slipped to the front with wicked intent—
And those next clever strokes were some of the best seconds spent.
From the front and the back I was gloriously taken,
As my thoughts and my morals were gladly forsaken.

One second I was grasping bars, and the next I let go.
“What’s Heaven look like?” he grinned, “I’d so like to know.”
Then with a touch and a thrust, I was there once again
Followed by the Devil who’d led me to sin.

Finally he let me collapse on the bed so sweet,
And I lay there breathing, deliciously weak.
“How do you do that?” I asked in weak wonder.
“Magic,” he confessed as his kiss took me under.

Here, I must admit, I had to pause for a quick nap—
For all of his virtues, Galahad is one exhausting chap.
But like those days, when the workload is a stress to the max,
I found myself waking, caught in more dreams about sex.

Galahad chuckled as I found myself sprawled across his chest.
“Repeat yourself, lass. I like that part about me best.”
“I’m sure you do,” I muttered, “but don’t you ever snooze?”
“Who can sleep with temptresses as beautiful as you?”

Who can sleep with complimentary come-ons like that?
I straddled his hips before he could take it all back.
I clapped my hands, grinning, “Okay, show me the plan.”
And then Galahad proved once again to be a very talented man.

Before he could finish me, and believe me, I was near done—
The doorbell rang and I hollered in frustration, “Son of a gun!”
Okay, that’s not an exact quotation, but you get the drift,
And I stomped to the front door, belting my hastily donned shift.

“This better be good,” I threatened, pulling open my door,
Not caring I sounded like one bitchy bore.
I stammered to a halt at the man wearing a tool belt and levis,
The devil atwinkle in his bold, blazing blue eyes.

“Well, I’d never brag,” he grinned, “but I’ve been told I’m so,
But if you’re unsatisfied, I’m sure you’re confident to let me know.”
Then I said something meaningful, like, “Gah” or “Uh, sure”
And then showed him into my house without one other word.

“You’re A/C is broken, yes?” he confirmed as I watched him come in.
My Sir Galahad was in the flesh—and he looked just as ready for sin.
“It’s in the back, I’ll show you,” I pulled ahead to keep from staring,
Putting a twitch into my sway in case he was daring.

He fixed my A/C with some clever rewiring and a little TLC,
And as I watched his fingers move, I could only wish it were me.
Finally he grinned, “I’m off for the rest of the day if there is anything more…”
“There is,” I agreed and proceeded to show him on my living room floor.

When I finally let the poor lad up for air and he caught his breath,
He said, “Damn, you’re an insatiable wench, you’ll be my death.”
“Don’t be so hasty,” I smiled, “You’ve yet to see thing one or thing two.”
His gaze lowered to my chest. “That was one thing I didn’t miss on you.”

“Sir Galahad, thank you,” I laughed as his nimble fingers challenged me again.
“You definitely make the day fly by with the expertise you have of sin.”
“You have some expertise yourself,” he confided with a smile that was bad.
“But my name is Joe. Who the heck is Sir Galahad?”