There, there

I listened spellbound as
she told me of placing herself
naked, blindfolded, with
her bound arms fastened
to a rope above her head.
Waiting for her Master
to enter and run his
fingernails down her
spine before spanking
her firm buttocks
with his large hand.

Driving home, I mused
I hadn’t seen you naked
for a good while and
as for the rest forget it!
What with children and
work, family and all that
had come between us.

Next morning, I chanced
upon you naked after your
shower and stopped briefly
to hold you tight, my
hands cupped your ass
and we kissed deeply
before drawing apart to
meet morning's mayhem.

That night, I came late
to bed to find you sleepy
and warm under the covers.
We pressed close, kissing
deeply, as my hands moved
to your breasts and sensitive
nipples, then lower, tossing back
the covers to languidly explore.
Fingers and tongue tracing
your outer lips, then moving
to your centre.
.
He was staying soft and I
fleetingly pondered how I
would finish and was I
really thinking of her?

But you moaned as you
moistened, my tongue exploring
those special places I have
memorized in Braille, and
finding with relief, that he
was revived, we joined with
missionary fervour as you
wrapped your legs round
me and we found our
common rhythm.

Damn you, Gertrude Stein
there is a There, here!