Lying propped up
In my bed
Waiting for Him
Reading and erotic novel
Of a great love story
Full of passion
Without even realizing it
One hand moves from the book and
Slides under the waist band of my skirt
i find myself wet with desire
As my hand slips
Between my legs
As the passion mounts
In the story
So does my pleasure
As i moan out loud
Reaching my climax
With theirs
i hear a subtle cough
And i turn to see Him
Standing in the doorway
Watching me
I admire the lover's courtesy that he simply allows the speaker to enjoy her own pleasure without interfering or otherwise appropriating some.
Starward