the "latex-ness" of a glove

 

i know it aint an easy one...those that crave a touch,

those that riggle in their pant for, it be too much,

the idea of missing out on all that could be here and now,

that imagined nakedness so missed, now knows to furrow the brow.

that touch so soft at times yet, knowing when to squeeze,

those eyes like pools of lava lustful daring ones gaze to teaze,

that flesh so soft exposed ...so welcoming in it display,

having to take oneself in hand and make peace with a forced delay.

but, then comes the saviour, better than any one could have wished for,

a telephone call away to open the floodgate to unlock the door,

to possibilities suggested, spoken about and ordered across the telephone line,

that tightness in ones balls, the hardness in ones shaft...most divine! 

but, wait...a pair of latex gloves, a mask most sexy too...

a visit after the telephone call.. deliciousness most definitely due,

there will be very little spoken very little to tempt the challenge of the threat at present ,

but promised is a most sexy explosive satiating careful yet, intimate event.

RB.