Wide Open

A late arrival,
almost eleven at night
and you are in bed
a paperback in hand
your robe parted
in such a way

These eyes can do little
but keep returning
to the availability displayed
and giving licence
to what I crave

I come closer
removing my pants
as you playfully feign disinterest

But I know better
almost wagering
you've read the same line
six times
since I returned

It must feel different
these cheeks smooth
against the inside of thighs
my head swiveling
up and down
with tongue inside you

You weren't certain
if you would miss the beard
and the extra textural sensations
but in a way
with closed eyes
I could be someone different
lapping at the luxury

But the cock
ensures you
that I am who I am
dipped inside that pink paradise
and properly welcomed home

You put the book down
and that tells me everything

My length inside
and the desires
you no longer hide

I knew you were waiting
like my horny little slut,
purring in patience
and waiting to fuck