Craft

Craft

You tempt me from my craft, when your soft hand
Reposes on my thigh and squeezes hard,
Your message is quite clear: I should aband-
on all the verse, in which your beauty starred,
And lift your skirts and find you moist, no, wet
And yielding, as you straddle and await
A penetration, that you’ll not forget,
Unless I change the topic and debate,
The meaning of your gentle intervention,
As you look up at me, so innocent,
But who am I to resist temptation
From one so gauche, that you will not lament
An opportunity to smile at my draft,
When, with your soft hand, you start your craft?