Fancy's Flight

He tells me to indulge in fancy's flight,
But will not fly when I bring girlfriends home;
In fact, he simply slathers with delight,
While watching us relax; our fingers roam,
And his do too to see our lips collide:
They mesh so firmly in each liquid kiss,
But would he be embarrassed if tongues slide
Into our girlish mouths? No, he shares bliss
In his vicarious, voyeuristic way;
Then beckons us to bed, where we make love;
He watches us undress and finds that play
And readiness incites; so, he will shove
His hardness to our wetness, as he owns
Us both and lusts to hear our youthful moans.