Present Fantasy 2

You are so close,  
Three hands away.  
Can you feel this?  
Heat stroked.  
   
You're eyes haven't left  
My chest, raises to    
Your attention.  
Two hands away now.  
   
The crowd is invisible,  
Only you, reeling  
Me in, tractor beaming,  
This body.  
   
One hand, felt  
Through this thin cotton skirt.  
Your skill flushes my face,  
Our mirrors reflect our lust.  
   
The beat grows harder,  
Like you, under there.  
My hand tries,  
Pushed away.  
   
Feet forced in a backward way,  
Your hand puppeteers,  
Blindly I'm led.  
The people part, not knowing why.  
   
A solid wall greets my spine,  
The force conjuring a surprised grunt.  
One arm, above my head rests,  
While the other cups me whole.  
   
This heart pounds, your  
Mouth given to me.  
My kiss is hard, desperate,  
You sense, pull away.    
   
No relief for my passion,  
It only wants a taste.  
Your fingers work slow,  
Walking up my skirt.  
Your stare does not waiver,  
Stray, tearing into me.  
You found it, unprotected  
I'm aflame, with wet, with want.  
The beat, the beat.  
There is no one, here  
Who can know this,  
Aching pleasure.  
   
Your assault is raw,    
It is animal smells.  
Basic need of dominance  
Leaving me weak.  
   
Your grasp is firm inside me  
How many? Two maybe three.  
It's your thumb that damages,  
Gripping me like a bowling ball.  
I'm running down your fingers,  
Embarrassed, I flow and flow.  
You just won't take me there.  
Then,  
Your lock on my eyes changes,  
Softens, kindness is creeping in.  
Your hold becomes rhythmic,  
Keeping with the house.  
   
My hand runs your solid length  
You let me,  
Your mouth is close  
You let me,  
Your palm pressing with  
Hard circular force,  
Swallowing my moans and cries,  
You let me,  
Cum.