Between the Silences

Between the silences, the creaking noise
Alerts me to the fact that you enjoy
A certain entertainment – a pet toys
To while away the minutes; she’ll deploy
Her fingers, that will trundle where I would
Be rather bolder, if only the walls
Were wished away; invisible, I could
Observe the spectacle and the soft calls
Of a whore on the verge; right on the edge
Of certain bliss, I’d surely pull away
That naughty hand and, with my cock, I’d pledge
A rather rougher, tougher type of play
That has you gasp and squeal at recompense
You earn, without a doubt, after silence…