He lifts me so easily

Weightless in his arms

The table is hard – cold

“Knees up baby,” he croons

No blindfold

He locks my eyes

“Dance your fingers”

He sits – watching

Evidence of my need glistens

Like his cufflinks

Twinkling in the shards of light

“Stop”

I pause – panting – so close

Lifted -weightless – up and over – my legs brush the soft wool trouser

“I will see if it is time’

Fluttering fingers push against my sticky wetness

“Sir”   “Yes?”   “Please…”   “Stay just as you are!”

The fingers drop away – his footfalls tell me he’s leaving

And craving –  I must wait…

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