Without a touch

Lounged replete
Upon leathered seat
Eyes wide in awe
At sight a fore
Her hands tied
Betwixt thighs wide
Rear held high
Displayed for I
As fingers dip deep
And juices seep
Her self pleasure
For my leisure
Her moans muffled
Into pillows ruffled
From intimate squirm
Of body firm
I stroke my own
Erogenous zone
She gushes with ease
At this game of tease
We finish as one
Both of us done
Coming as such
Without each other's touch