Mirror

I hope you like the game
that can allow our impulses to tame
facing you to the mirror
and pulling that bra down
to rest underneath
what my hands can't resist

Feeling so soft to my touch
as the pressure in my pants
is felt on your bottom
and my lips continue
to survey that neck

Pants coming down
and unbuckling
so that now you can feel me
- skin to skin

Isn't it a treat
to see yourself
at the mercy of my hands
and ideas?

"Keep watching," I instruct.

And you feel my tip
invade those lips
as my face contorts
in the pleasure of your fit

You try to turn
your head back to me
but I make you watch
your expressions of pleasure
with each thrust
in conquest of that gush
to shower me
in the oiling
of earthly paradise
that only your body
can provide

And soon I will fill you
in the excitement
you have constructed
in ensuring
we are in this position
guided by the instincts
of this moment.

And you will watch yourself
say those naughty words
under my watchful eye.