Getting In Touch With His Masculine Side Poem by Dee Wright

My gaze
follows his crotch.

I am pooped out
& propped up
on a throne of cushions

and so his crotch
and my eye

are on the same level.


He, as it happens
is doing the hoovering.

I recline like a latter day
Mati Hara or a Cleopatra

glass of wine
cradled in one hand
fag in the other.

I watch
as the room
comes cleans
under his touch.

I get an...urge!

'Come here! '
I call him.

He comes as he is
bidden
and I unzip him.

'No...don't
say anything! '

I command
him.

He gulps
as I deepthroat
him.

I gulp
as he explodes.

'Thank you! '
I tell him.
'...I needed that! '

He finishes the hoovering.

I love
getting in touch

with his masculine
side.