Greener

I know it works best to stay in the moment,
focus on your partner.
I have read all the how to's but still
sometimes my mind wanders to the unfinished to do's
and last night you were on the list.

don't forget to send him that email address
and then came the visual,
was it the first naked self-portrait I saw on your bio somewhere?
how is it sculptors
always know where to put the hands
and we always find ours dangling
tired or awkwardly crossed in front?

so there you were
silver blonde
staring forward
and your image returned
every time
he pressed my cervix
like the button on a slide projector
stuck on you.

I thought
when I send him that email address
I will have to tell him about this
how his face flashed inside me
across the waves,
but I would not dare tell you this!

or how after I made him suffer in anticipation
then cry with relief sweet jesus thank you
I pressed that slick soft cock against my bone
squeezed the softness between my cheeks
and pulsed through his whimper and gasp
trying to get mine
knowing somehow
you would not have allowed yourself
to be conquered like this
spent and twitching, no
maybe you would have pulled out something stainless
and smooth
propped it on your belly
other hand on my ass
pulling me on to that steel thing, impaled and rolling
into your chest until you felt
my own gush and pulse and breakdown of whimper pleads
right there on your ribs, muscle
squeezing metal I know you would not have let me catch my breath
before flipping me over
and if you let me sleep at all
it would be ass in the air
ready for my first lesson
whenever you are ready Sir
instead I slip off of him
slick and spent, my leg
still resting on his tremble
god I love my husband
but I wanted to tell you
that you were there
and I will get you that email address you asked for
as soon as I recover from this spontaneous fantasy
of you and your machinery,
how you found your way
inside.