Helping Him Smile

I followed her and brought her back to him,
So he could exercise this fantasy
That made him smile, for it was not a whim
As thin as empty air; both of us see
That social intercourse before desire
Is repressed, with the joining of my lips
To those of this young woman.

It should fire
Imagination, so that it soon tips
Us into bed in an hotel, where he's
Content to watch as we slowly undress
And stroke and touch and make so very free
With finger fucking in the softest nests
That he may photograph for later use:
A man with needs, who's never a recluse.