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