Prelude

My fingers will touch everything - I've won
The opportunity - it's in my grasp:
At first they press, but soon they have undone
His zipper.

See: I have him in a clasp
That gives a certain power of arousal,
Here, I will stroke, caress and, there, employ
My finger tips to enhance this carousal.
I'll bring to him a measure of the joy
I feel.

Let him suppress a nervous laugh
That would delay his moment of release;
I'll hold quite still, as if a photograph
Was being taken; let my fingers cease
Their movement.

They are restless, as I feel
It's time to use my mouth and, so,
I kneel...