It’s not rocket science
Until you’re fumbling with it
Her tender skin slowing your breaths
Fingers seek while tongues entwine
Index feels out the hook
But it doesn’t unhook as planned
She knows and giggles
You laugh but won’t accept defeat
Both your hands get to work
Your lips on hers while your mind pictures the contraption
“What am I doing wrong?” you think
Your patience dragging you to a cliff
She unkisses you and slips a hand behind her
The hindrance falls and you gasp
“It’s easy if you know what you’re doing,” she says
Her arousal visible, you don’t catch her jest
Devouring every inch within your reach
You mumble, “I’ll get better.”