Underneath the Table

She placed her Hand
underneath the Table,
reached over and felt
a part of him was available.

The Lady liked
Contact Sport,
at the risk
of being caught.

This was not
a Joke,
as she began
to gently Stroke.

The Man was trying
to keep himself stable,
at a shaking
Table.

Wine Glasses, Plates, Cutlery,
all in motion,
she touched him with
such dedication and devotion.

Just how hard
can it be,
just as well a
serving Waiter couldn't see.

For there she was
getting him off,
whilst part of him was
camouflaged by a Cloth.

Discreetly not
in full view,
he began to carefully read
the Menu.

She was delighted
by what she'd found,
he desperately tried
not to utter a sound.

None of this
was going to hurt,
underneath the Table
she was enjoying a Dessert.