The Ride Home

From the back seat of a cab,
With a sexy snap of your shapely legs,
Your knees still red from giving him head once more before you left,
You rouse me.

Turning over in the dark,
With an instant text back to keep you on the line,
My member rising in the knowledge that your appetite is not yet sated,
You thrill me.

Laughing on the phone,
Recounting the urges that took you to his bed,
Listening to my pleas as I stroke myself and tell you what to say,
You tease me.

Hiking up your skirt,
Glancing in the mirror to check the cabbie’s eyes,
Whispering to me as you penetrate your folds and feel the heat,
You play me.

I need you to see this,
Switching the phone to video and laying back in bed,
I groan and come for you in spurts across my abs and chest,
You watch me.

Arriving at your door,
Breathless and panting at the thought of my eruption,
A little drunk on the power you know you wield in our little game,
You greet me.