while making a ham sandwich

She's on his mind as he opens
the small package
wrapped in transparency
and reveals pink folds,
succulent and moist, reminding,
arousing, making him quicken .

They've been apart too long, he thinks aloud.
Tenderly, now, with both hands
he separates the folds,
smelling the sea-saltiness.
No sweet pink pearl is nestled here
but still his member grows.

Gently pulling, dividing,
he opens the pink flesh,
licking his fingers. Eyes closed for clarity
he lowers his mouth to taste.
Her soft thighs against his ears,

her spicy sea-taste,
her moistened sheen.
Fully erect now, he aches
to touch her once more
but a shaved ham sandwich
will have to do until she gets home tonight.