Tuesday Morning Lover

I am my lover's toy
As such I thought I would
Share a bit about what happens
Beneath his balding hood
A little introduction
To someone you might meet
If you find yourself in Portland
Strolling on a quiet street

He likes to do such things
Usually in the morning
He's not much of a swinger
This could be a warning
He stays home with his kids
Almost every night
In a Norman Rockwell painting
His place would look alright

But if I were in Portland
I'd jump into the role
As quickly as you'd slide
Down a firehouse pole
It's a quivery thought
It about makes me drool
The things we might do
While his kids are in school

That's most of each day
Five days a week
When his mind and his body
Are both at their peak
Along with my own
And others, no doubt
Who could use a good
Afternoon workout

He's a great talker
Fine conversation
Then there's that sense
Of satiation
That comes from time
You might have spent
Beneath his gaze
In bed or tent

If your wont
Is to obey
What someone tells you
To do or say
If you're most happy
And most whole
Like me when he
Takes control

Or if you're the sort
That tends to swoon
At the thought of such
An afternoon
Me, over here
So far from him
That a local gem
Might find his whim

To align with hers
Then I can't wait
To hear the tales
Of my husband's fate
Between someone's legs
With him inside
While I'm over here
A toy denied