Benefactor Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Touch me in those places.
An invitation you do not need.
Haven't our eyes met to express...
What it is we wish to happen next?

The flirting done when we are near...
Makes it clear,
What you keep there.
Keeps me thick and heated here.

You don't need an invitation.
You need to release your lust.
And I trust you will cherish this gift,
Given.
Since I am your benefactor.
Ready to give,
As much as you wish.