Shaft of Light

He let's me know with that look,  
a glance at my bikini bottoms,  
It's time.  
   
Smiling, he gets up,  
A stretch and stifled yawn,  
waiting for me to lead the way  
like a sacrificial lamb,  
his eyes firmly fixed on his prize,    
bikini gift wrapped, the winning raffle ticket between my legs.
 
I willingly allow my every step to be pleasured, probed  
and toyed with by anyone with a naughty imagination brave enough
to stare with groping eyes.
I walk slower in pace..
   
The room dark,  
one shaft of light,  
a spot light from where the curtains fail to meet  
slicing the room.  
   
Silently I wait,  
Seated up on the counter,  
topless,  
though he doesn't notice as he sits on the stool  
pulling my bikini off in one swift motion  
dropping them on the floor,  
my thighs open automotive  
my hands locking them in a wide stance  
revealing my all for him,  
Waiting patiently for my spasming shocks,  
arriving on cue, we deliver to each other,  
Swallowing down my pleasure cries  
as I'm made to watch his beautiful work,  
till the sensation overtakes me....I'm gone, lost  
With our needs begining to be met,  
he leads me to bed..