Derriere swaying beckons libido
hypnotizes hungry eyes scratching itch
feeling my presence, she turns toward me
desire quickens and grows as I thirst
for taste of rounded breasts moistly
peeking from cusp of shirt, shyly
wet lips pique desire for that below.
if I could only read her mind
I’d know her thoughts were different.
She wants to know type of person I am
before she commits to bed of passion
slowly build desire over days and nights
crescendo will expand gently over time
I like the ending but the wait is too long
The relationship she desires is not one for me
I’ll go on and pursue the quickie of my dreams
With some bimbo who is the match of me.