The Game

You watch me dress,
knowing that
tonight
I do not belong to you.
I leave you full of thoughts;
his hands on my skin
caressing flesh
kissing trails
to anywhere he wants
as I indulge him.
Thoughts of his tongue
exploring hungrily
as I writhe and moan
in pleasure.
Knowing how my tongue
will twist around his shaft
as I take him in.
Wondering if I will
swallow
or tease him
leaving him
to plunge between my legs
every inch  
I have aroused.
You will be incapable
of shaking from your mind
visions of me atop him
or the sounds you know I make.
You drown in doubt
as you entertain the thought
that he could out perform you.
Make me want him
again and again.
I will taste him as often as I want
and I will wear him home,
saturated in his sweat and his scent.
If you are lucky
I will allow you the chance
to kiss him from my skin.
To reclaim me as yours.
If I find you expectant,
I will deny you
even the opportunity
to relieve yourself
with your own hand
all the tension that built
imagining your sweet wife
fucking another man.