Asked To Roam

I can read between the anxious expressions
that delicate dance of sadness and elation
that honesty can't be supressed
without discomfort

I certainly could sense
that our agreement
had taken root,
advancing beyond a theory
when you disappeared for hours

He's been getting you wet,
those subtle charges
rocking through you
in the height of isolation

my compassion knows
it must be a slow torture
to be edged like that,
to feel the lust
activate your entry
before taking him in

To see it happen,
to see that mood transformed
marks the freedom
I need to proceed

And I believe you want me
to feel it with another,
to instigate that same heat
beneath her panties

To make her salivate
at the thought of that mouth
allowed to take me in it
to be buried in a new comfort

These hesitations now gone
as our radiance multiplies
to paint pleasure
from two to four.