Hands at night

inspired by Maydaypilot's Hands series and its replies.
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one last workflow
smart business done
the feelings grew
on long home run
to dark time fun
of distant view
now everyone
enjoy the show

"hello, my well-known stranger
behind unlit curtain
two lanes away
I cannot hear
but for certain
the words I say
by hands, my dear
they are our heat exchanger"

it's friday night
on Passion Street
the mood is right,
windows greet
for them to meet
and all this might,
ablaze with light,
sate their need

"center stage on second floor
her private manege, entrance free
a dancing pole I cannot see
but the fame of her door
once again pulled me close
ending just another week
you find me weak
so let me have a tiny dose"

they start so innocent,
they always do,
slow down the curves
and the great plains too
each side a single hand
run the warm-up train
that lights up her nerves,
but suddenly rain

"tiny magnifiers run down
the glossy see-through dress
my small balcony wears tonight
but in this realm
I'm your total empress
and willing to overwhelm
you in a noncontact fight
with my fingers-spread-crown"

she's teasin'n'squeezin'
and flicking the straps,
she follows directions
and twists and turns,
in hard reflections,
these trysts, he churns,
might lead, perhaps...
both suddenly freezin'

"bright light and I know
my wife arrives,
her sigh-heeled feet
towards the window,
a glimpse outside,
yet eyes don't meet
it's a sable night
when her hand revives"

across the street, behind the glass
his eyes detect each single sign
of hand-told language blaming him
words fly, no ears they need,
he understands so fine
this soon becomes a mess,
when Jane's mute lips meet Kim,
ready to drink his seed