Jack and Jill

Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick,
But Jack couldnt stop
When Jill found Jack’s candlestick.

Jill didn’t hesitate,
Her hands knew what to do,
A flick of the wrist,
And Jack... well, he knew too.

She grinned as she leaned,
And Jack couldn’t resist,
The flame flickered bright,
Sealing the moment with a kiss

Jack was nimble,
and he was quick,
But Jill wondered if that was it.
She smiled as she leaned in close,
Wondering if he’d prove his boast.

“Slow down, Jack,” she said with a grin,
“I want to feel the fire within.
Don’t rush through it, take your time,
I want to savor every climb.”

“I'm not like that girl from Nantucket,
You’ll have to work for it, don’t forget it.”
Jill teased, with a playful glance,
Wondering if Jack would take the chance.

Jack, though spent, was still intent,
To make it good, not just for him.
He found a way, his focus true,
To bring her over too he knew what to do.

Jack pulled back Jill’s little red riding hood,
And with a grin, he knew it felt good.

Jill huffed and puffed, the moment near,
Like the pigs with their house made of fear.
She felt the heat, the rush, the sound
“I'm close, Jack, don’t let me down!”

And Jack, a smile upon his face,
Knew it wasn’t just a race.
It was about the spark they’d both ignite,
And he’d keep it burning all through the night.

And with a sigh, Jill softly said,
“I’ve crossed the line, there’s no turning back.
No longer untouched, but this is just the start
A new kind of fire, burning in my heart.”

Jack was no longer quick or nimble,
His body slowed, but his heart was simple.
No longer rushing to a finish line,
Now, every touch felt more divine.

Jack and Jill went up the hill,
And found themselves alone.
Jack slipped, Jill gripped,
And it played out on their own.