The Lap Dance AKA Grinding Time

Straddling my lap like Dressage while getting undressed
Breasts against chest her hips start to press
Counterclockwise as she stares in my eyes
My mitts grip her hips as I start to rise
Her thighs squeeze with lustful abandon and passion
She's starting to buck in a Mustang-like fashion
The pace still is slow but starting to quicken
Blood flooding forth as my cock starts to thicken
She rocks back and forth against stiff opposition
The taste of her tits make for strong competition
My hands get confused and don't know where to play
With her ass or her tits or her sweet Pu-Na-Ni?
Her breath on my neck and her whispering words
Say forget about nouns it's all about verbs
No distraction just action and sweet satisfaction
Thank God I wear sweats that provide perfect traction
She slides and she glides then she turns the tide
By flipping positions and reaching inside
Grasping her fingers around with a squeeze
Reversing her Cowgirl she swirls like a breeze
Her hand slowly strokes in synchronization 
With her hips and her ass in carnal calibration
Back and forth, Forth and back in a ruthless attack
On a mission and wishing to drain my whole sack
Her butt cheeks, they grab and beg for a stab
Her butt cheeks, they clench and savor my slab
She arches her back and buried her face
In my neck as we pause in erotic embrace
She turns with a look that smolders and smothers
Then says, "Dance over baby, would you like another?"