A hand up you inner thigh,
You shudder and bite your lip,
Arching up, you gasp breathlessly,
Pressure against both your hips.
You moan something so quietly,
Hands sliding down your curves,
Your voice is ordered louder,
So you can be heard.
You soon obey instruction,
A burning heat inside,
Your hands held above your head,
Ready to be satisfied.
A raging fire burning,
You're itching to be pleased,
A thin layer of sweat coats you,
So soon, you are relieved.