My gaze
follows his crotch.
I am pooped out
& propped up
on a throne of cushions
and so his crotch
and my eye
are on the same level.
He, as it happens
is doing the hoovering.
I recline like a latter day
Mati Hara or a Cleopatra
glass of wine
cradled in one hand
fag in the other.
I watch
as the room
comes cleans
under his touch.
I get an...urge!
'Come here! '
I call him.
He comes as he is
bidden
and I unzip him.
'No...don't
say anything! '
I command
him.
He gulps
as I deepthroat
him.
I gulp
as he explodes.
'Thank you! '
I tell him.
'...I needed that! '
He finishes the hoovering.
I love
getting in touch
with his masculine
side.
Dee Wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/getting-in-touch-with-his-masculine-side-2/
