Friday Night Delight

Shall I allow myself
a small luxury this evening?

Early into my pyjama bottoms,
the underwear off

And I feel myself responding
to the slow,
exploratory stroke
of my own hand

And the thought of you
wet somewhere
maybe at home,
feeling that
exact same need

that sweet edge
calling
maybe one delicious line
is all we need

to get the flame rising
that rate spiking

And with each stroke
I am more pronounced
than I was

thinking
that you let a finger
slip inside
past the panties
(if there are any on)

and that my tongue
just brushed past it
landing on that clit
before slowly working down
to slip inside the flavour

or your lips
are just inches away
from making contact
with my bare cock

Don't we owe it to ourselves?

a hard week behind us
and another hardness
to kickstart our weekend

It only seems fair
we take this moment
to make Friday night special
in the only way
that really delivers
the height and subsequent calm
we need to continue
this routine
week after week

Yes, let’s consider this,
this reward.