Can't believe my luck
We're sitting in a small cafè in that skirt I can see your stocking top, I know I shouldn't be staring but I just cannot seem to stop
I'm trying to listen to you, I'm desperately trying to look you in the eye but my eyes are just being drawn to the soft black lace wrapped around your thigh
I'm wondering if it's a deliberate move are you just a saucy tease, are you wearing stockings just for me, am I the one you want to please
Your curves look amazing and god I adore you in that skirt, in that blouse a can see some heaving cleavage you're such naughty little flirt
Excuse me whilst a adjust my seat so I can see further up your thigh, OMG you've no panties on, I let out an audible gasp and sigh
You catch me looking you move around so I can get a better view, all the time you're smiling, you know I'm so totally into you
Then you lick your middle finger and slide up your thighs, you spread your Rose petals, your swollen wet juicy clit now has me mesmerized
Your finger goes in nice and deep you then offer me it to have a suck, I ravenously taste your juices, you love to play in public and I just can't believe my luck
THE KINKY POET