Batteries Not Included

He’s got an invisible hand,
Remote controlled with devious glances,
Caressing my body everywhere,
save where I most desire.

One collection of fingertips
pinches my red hot coal nipples.
Another fist clenches tight
In my straight auburn locks.
And my pleasure pivots on his perusal.

I long for the day that his hand disappears
Inside of me,
Imagination unnecessary,
My hips clamor and fall slack.
And his glistening fingers pull out fatigued.