They Can't Resist

"I am ready for my fitting"
he jokes,
his response
to the sensation
of her every stroke

There is a thrill
in being admired
this way,
the intention
of those working hands
readying him for the day

Of course, his hand
is also at work,
his hand more than eager
beneath that revealing skirt

There will be no choice
but to pry her open
and get that needed taste
and he will see her cheeks
surround him
with his palm
cool on her face

Such joy found in the teasing
such histories in a kiss,
she will place him at the entry
no chance, that he will miss

Pushed deep
into inspection
to collide against
those walls,
she will summon
such a rapture
his blast
will trigger waterfalls

"Oh fuck" she'll hear him mutter
a true sign he's been appeased,
such a risky, rewarding endeavour
when they sneak upon the trees

Maybe someone saw them,
perhaps in mind,
joined in
but I'm sure they never noticed
since that urgency set in