Watching Pleasure She can see me watching, Survey the meals, Drifting by for every palette, Bikini…

Watching Pleasure

She can see me watching,
Survey the meals,
Drifting by for every palette,
Bikini clad bronzed curves,
To his tight stretched packet.
A raised eye behind sunglasses
Tilt of the head,
Your smooth bent knee.
Their eyes caress your body,
Undressing images.

A winning smile, no chat up line
Just that lust of exchanges,
a spark and then tension.
He begins to grow.
Your mouth waters, hungry
A hard expansion tents,
at your eye level, perfect.
A glance over to his face,
Her eyes burn there words,
She knows he can’t resist.

Walking with a wiggle,
His eyes set on your jiggle,
Pushed against a thrusting wall,
Kisses to shame them all,
Heated between the seats,
Just how you like it,
No name at first light,
Just sated hole, dripping.
You wait naked, spread wide,
For it’s his love you crave.

He has no judgment,
Evidence of lust before you,
He doesn’t care who or what,
Just the giving of pleasure,
taken in a wet gasping moment.
He doesn’t need the light on him,
Only to worship in the shadow,
From afar, these cloudless miles,
A love that is endless,
Dive deep and breath in life.


My first poetry submission here on Slut-Problems. Thank you @steveiowmaster

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