I was standing in the end of the bus;
Sitting on my chair amidst people;
Then a boy entered in the bus;
He was out of the blue;
Light blue jeans.
Light shirt;
An enhanced belt;
All the focus in this boy was in his belt;
All I could think,
In my head,
At the moment,
Was to remove that belt;
And I said to myself,
This boy really must be gracious,
Out of the blue,
In the middle of the fog.
…Without a word or a look at me;
I just want to remove that belt now;
And have him hard;
A blue perfume, strong;
-
Author:
amethyste (
Offline) - Published: April 11th, 2025 17:49
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 20
Offline)
Comments1
Sexual drive in this poem drives an urge primal. Nicely said
Thank you. Love and hugs.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.