Just this, his arms, enclosing her,

Gently wrapping her in his love and rope.

Tracing a shape of criss-crossed amber

Across arms and breasts, raising hope.

She waited, patient, for his tying off.

Felt him tug once more on the knot.

Hoping she was pliant, was good enough

To please him, that he was hard, that she was hot.

He panted, gazing at her spread as a fan,

She felt him searing against her skin.

So sure, so firm, so hard, so much her man.

Pressing her down and teasing her quim.