the want of a hand

as you lay on the soft blue rug
stretched to reach the dog
your tight leggings wrapping your soft curves
i wanted so to rub my hand upon your shape
feel the way your now is formed
soothe myself in secret lust
embarrassed that i reap pleasure without your consent
that i am fondling you in my mind
and reinvigorating the ache you left me with
when i swell too greatly
i frantically perform the tasks you loathe
rubbing grease from aging cookware
sweeping mindfully
anything to free your day
of anything that keeps you from that reach