He lifts me so easily
Weightless in his arms
The table is hard – cold
“Knees up baby,” he croons
No blindfold
He locks my eyes
“Dance your fingers”
He sits – watching
Evidence of my need glistens
Like his cufflinks
Twinkling in the shards of light
“Stop”
I pause – panting – so close
Lifted -weightless – up and over – my legs brush the soft wool trouser
“I will see if it is time’
Fluttering fingers push against my sticky wetness
“Sir” “Yes?” “Please…” “Stay just as you are!”
The fingers drop away – his footfalls tell me he’s leaving
And craving – I must wait…