Venus Face Trap

I have not seen my trusting friend at ease.
She mumbles of exploring it alone.
I wonder, might she playfully condone
A second pair of hands, content to please?

I have not watched my trusting friend undress.
My kind and gentle eyes would do no harm.
And when I meet her own, alive and calm,
they whisper of an end to my distress.

I’d like to watch my trusting friend’s release,
I dare not voice the dream, must keep a hush.
But at my bashful gaze I see her flush
and fear my mute confession hurt her peace.

I long to feel my trusting friend all round.
She knows my wish, might long ago have fled.
I never pressed her lead me to her bed,
much less to leave her covers on the ground.

I lie beneath my trusting friend and beg
and feel her catch her breath at my request
then swiftly pull away her beating breast,
slide forward, grip my face with leg and leg.

I shudder at her petals, gaping wide,
unruly, raw and lavish, wet and red,
descending now to meet my eager dread,
and kiss, yes, kiss my trusting friend inside.