Until tomorrow
I see you every evening on the my homeward bound commuter train, you always sit opposite me and inspire dirty thoughts inside my kinky brain
I get glimpses of your lacey stocking tops, from underneath your skirt, i wonder if it is by accident or are you just a little flirt
I wonder if your wearing matching lingerie, is there lace panties under there, is your pussy shaven or is there a bush of pubic hair
Sometimes when you move your legs, I hope that I might see, exactly what's hiding up your skirt, the thought makes my mind run free
I think of what you taste like, what's your favourite position in which you fuck, do swallow after blow jobs, how good do those painted lips suck
God my cock is throbbing for you, my hard on is hard to hide, I wonder if you would come with me to the toilet to.have a sneaky ride
Why do I torture myself, when you reach your stop it ends in sorrow, I'll go home alone and frustrated, well at least until tomorrow
THE KINKY POET
