no longer meek.

when he a longing did instill
the image of him her mind did fill
to long for his return
between her legs a longing burn.
he woke in her a a naughty streak
a woman now no longer meek
and in her sighs and deep groans
in unison would be his moans.
the wall she hugged an image left
to arouse her with his hands deft
the dress remained on her frame
as he played out his seductive game
but his hands under the material
to cup the softness of her ethereal
and herself she did mould
into his length herself did fold.

RB.