Peachy Thinking

The "general" named by his camouflaged cap and dark glasses  
leading miss peachy bum by the hand, last year's bikini, a dress size larger.    
Off for siesta moments from their poolside retreat.  
   
I watch as he leads the way  
almost pulling her along  
her limited choices  
his urgent desires multiple  
Once inside, curtains pulled,  
Out of sight,  
my mind seeing what my eyes cannot,  
only for them to appear some 30 mins later  
her bum still peachy after its solitious workout,  
Knowing full well the warm sensation with each step she takes  
so soon after receiving some love and affection.  
   
This got me thinking..  
as I drifted on my lounger  
feeling the heat
Penitrating warmth within,
got me dreaming..thinking,
If his needs returned,
would he lead me by the hand too?  
Both of us  
into his apartment,  
miss peachy bum and I,  
pulling the curtains closed before
dutifully servicing his urgent needs,  
In turn, meeting ours,  
..mine
creatively together.
   
I do hope so.