The Risk

I've left the door unlocked
should you wish to rouse me
from my evening slumber.
 
In this humid night,
a sheet across my body
briefs flung across the floor
- a dry rub wasn't going to do.
 
The dull ache of this imposed celibacy,
spanning months
in the matrimonial home
plants a tight grip upon my balls
incessant and unforgiving.
 
Exhausting all past excursions
and future perversions,
the desperate decay
sees me posting coordinates
to my current location.
 
An unknown ally,
akin to mild subversions
provides an option,
and the drive of my delirious
and delicate request
arrives in a text.
 
It has been read.
 
I drift in that state of wonder,
resisting relief,
just a little longer.
 
Will she mount me after midnight
slowly easing her wetness,
guiding my cock to her depths
as I open my eyes,
to see her head flung back
breasts in motion?
 
There is a gamble in all of this.
These are dangerous times.
 
She could be a he,
a damp mouth
pulling at me
pleasantly
until the scratchy bristles
of a moustache,
tip me off  
that Theresa is actually Tim.
 
Maybe I won't even wake.