Fair's Poetry

I want to see her pleased, eyes rolled, leaking me,

Somewhere between breathless, and carnal being,

I want to last in her head, as much as I do in bed,

I want her thinking, slinking, and fall to my vibrato,

I want her kneeling, tongue out, animatronic auto,

Oh to walk in to the house and see that,

Coat on rack, pants off, hanging my hat,

I want to see her plead, "Sir, use me!",

The only way to be, the one she will see,

I want to feel what a well toned bottom,

Feels like on a bench in autumn,

Where she keeps her voice down,

To not alert the wild life around,

God I just want one to play,

That is forever and never go away.