Completeness

Across the expanse of continent width,
a breadth of three thousand miles -
as if from here to the moon -
unreachable, untouchable.

She lies in the dark,
phone to ear.
Breathless in speech;
frantic, her hand moves.

Alone,
behind closed doors
He listens, knowing -
what she craves.

Idle conversation beckons
to know and hear -
her voice, His voice.

In the darkness
and behind the door;
talking, listening, needing
until He knows she cannot bear it.

Do you want to girl?
Do you need to girl?
Will you for me?
Just for me?

Are you ready?
Are you going to?
Do it girl. Do it for me.
Come on girl, do it!

Want and need coalesce -
physical, her pleasure crests;
brought by her touch, His voice.

Primal, core of psyche touched,
His adrenaline flows -
heart pumping violently.

Do it! Do it now!
His voice pitched in command,
she cries in the darkness.
Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

A pause, she recedes.
He waits, knowing
once is not enough.
More must be given to receive.

Come on girl, do it for me.
You can do it again
Come on girl.
Come on. Come now!

Cries and wailing -
gasping release.
Imagined touches
he wants to feel her need.

Don't stop, you can again.
Again for me. Come on, girl
Such a good girl gives me this -
So good. Come on girl ,come on, one more.

NOW

Again, cries and wails,
but different this time.
She moans and responds to His touch.
The touch of his voice in her mind.

The touch of his hand -
imagined, yes.
but felt as if real.
Need and release, ebb and flow.

Giggles and chuckles,
in the dark, behind the door.
Two lovers, satisfied.

Sated by each giving
what is needed
to reach completion.

Hers, sexy soft -
I love you Daddy.
His – rough, growled -
I love you baby girl.

Complete.