Looking back

Looking Back

It's his eyes she looks through when he takes her,
She sees herself look back with that half-smile,
Far more than she deserves, he may concur:
And think she wears it solely to beguile?
When he is pressing home, her breath is watched,
See: it's bated in mute veneration,
Observe how she can spread; they are well-matched,
And ease their way to sudden penetration;
So vain, she cannot but review her hair,
Wrapped neatly in his hand when tugged. Such twists
Will pull her, make her wince within his care,
Revelling in the lust she knows exists,
Behind the friendship, they love to disguise,
When he takes her, she looks back through his eyes.