I can feel
his gaze
alight
like a butterfly
upon my knee
and then
like a lazer
rise higher
and higher
gliding gently
along the inside of
my left thigh
creeping under
(just before pausing)
the rim of my skirt
I, involuntary
opening my legs
flashing a bit of
panties unsubconsciously
as that stare
penetrates me.
'Oh! Look all you like! '
are my nipples advice
as they do a good
impersonation of 9 inch nails.
Oh how I'd like
to translate that stare
into touch
and...
oh that pretty blonde
man has taken his hand and
ruffled his hair!
They kiss and kiss
under the ever revolving
glitter ball.
'Ah, well
I didn't really
like him anyway! '
I lie to myself
as I stilletto to the loo
still moist
at his smile.
Dee Wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-moist-at-his-smile/
