The Edge of Fantasies

She likes to hear him gasp, when he's within
A tightness, she's unfurled, with him in mind;
It really doesn't matter if the skin
And flesh, that wraps around him (that he'll find
Is so enticing, he wants rather more),
Is hers or some sweet proxy, who exists
To serve him and ensure his naughty whore
Takes pleasure from his pleasure; she resists
The temptation to overpopulate
The places where she's wont to serve him well;
Where they, like-minded, tend to congregate -
There at fantasy's edge - yes, you can tell:
It float in dreams for both their minds to grasp,
So, when within, she likes to hear him gasp.