I SAW YOU IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT TODAY

 

I saw you in a different light today

A dazzling light of femininity

You were not the normal little tomboy

In the cargo pants and baggy “T”

 

The usual beaten up old trainers

Had been replaced by four inch heals

Which shaped your normally hidden legs

Whose black clad debut certainly appealed

 

The sheer black of your stocking-ed legs

Disappeared beneath the tailored hem

Of a skirt that fitted hitherto, unknown curves

Accentuating hips, thighs and of course them

 

Tucked into the tiniest of waistbands

Was a crisp white blouse tailored to fit

Buttoned at the wrist and open at the neck

Three undone buttons so that it gaped a bit

 

I saw you in a different light today

Where you emerged from tomboy obscurity

Causing heads to turn and eyes to stare

And thoughts were those of impurity

SERENDIPITY IN ALL ITS SPLENDOUR

She walked towards me

And my eyes were drawn

To her unfettered breasts,

Which danced erotically

Inside her white blouse.

She saw me staring

But my gaze was transfixed

As she passed me

She glanced in my direction

A glance conveying utter disgust

Then she threw her head back

Rather theatrically

And headed for the street door

I turned to watch her leave

Enjoying her buttocks

Doing a very dirty rumba

She stopped at the door

Then gave me another look

Again heavily laced with disgust

Just at that moment

The sun suddenly appeared

From behind a cloud

Which illuminated the girl

Dramatically from behind

This serendipitous event

Rendered her blouse transparent

And her perky breasts

Were revealed in all their splendour

Unaware of her circumstance

She made a questioning head movement

Which seemed to ask

“Have you seen enough?”

I nodded and said aloud

“I have now thank you”

DOWN BENEATH HER DOWN

 

Down beneath her down

Drawn by passions scent

Of receptive loins

I sourced the open petals

Of her melliferous flower

And for my oscular stimulation

Of the moist blossom

I was rewarded

With sapourus delights

Until my esurience was satisfied

THROUGH THE OPEN FRENCH WINDOW

 

Through the open French window,

The sun streamed into the room,

Spreading across her

Semi recumbent form

Bathing her pale porcelain skin

In its yellow glow

I look on with delight

At her sensual beauty

Marvelling at the sight

Loins filled with lust

And an indestructible desire

Forged of steel and fire

As my hungry eyes

Consumed her treasures

Then I covered her smooth skin

With kisses soft and feather light

Before I could finally enjoy

The previously hinted at joy

CLICKETY CLACK

Clickety clack

Was the talk from the track

As Across the compartment

She sat down seductively

And the first seed of

Awakening arousal, germinated

I gave her the benefit

Of my silent appraisal

Clickety clack

Was the talk from the track

She adjusted her posture

Under my intense gaze

And re-crossed her legs

Exposing a tantalising

A hint of stocking top

And with each mile

Arousal grew

Like a blooming flower

Clickety clack,

Was the talk from the track

The sun streamed into the carriage

And illuminated her

The Dark nipples proud,

Showed through the

White Shimmering silk

Of her blouse

And the flower of arousal

Had blossomed

Clickety clack,

Was the talk from the track

Until we arrived

Shuddering and juddering

In the climax of journeys end

JUST ENOUGH

 

She leant forward,

Bending at the waist,

Just enough

To tighten the fabric

Of her jeans

Shaping and defining

Her buttocks

To pert perfection

Then she leant a little further

Just enough

To expose some dusky flesh

And above her waistband

The merest glimpse

Of pale pink panties

With white lace trim

Showing seductively

Against her dusky skin

Then she straightened up

And turned towards me

Glancing in my direction

She knew I was watching

And she leant forward,

Bending at the waist,

Just enough

To fill her gaping blouse

Her breasts sitting

In pert perfection

Round and full

Encased in pink cups

With white lace trim

Showing seductively

Against her dusky skin

A hint of nipple

A glimpse of areola

Just enough

Through the tight fabric

Deliciously defined

Then she straightened up

Looking towards me

Smiling in my direction

Knowing I was watching

And liking it

DISH OF THE DAY - VIRGINIA

 

Dear Virginia

No longer the gawky girl

Awkward and ungainly

Self conscious and ill at ease

Virginia has come of age

And is in full bloom

Once the ugly duckling

Now magnificently dressed

For sumptuous dining

Fit to adorn any table

Well-toned limbs

Golden skinned

And plump breasted

With legs invitingly trussed

Tender and succulent

A main course to suit any palate

To be savoured and devoured