PRETTY GIRL ON A BICYCLE # 4

 

Pretty Girl on a bicycle

In a low cut top

Whose baps almost popped out

I didn’t think they’d stop

 

She saw me looking

Smiled and shook her head

I smiled back, gave a shrug

To say “enough said”

YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 11

 

You wouldn’t smile at me

If you knew my fantasies

Of you slowly undressing

As you tantalise and tease

Before submitting to me

On your hands and knees

I KISSED EVERY INCH

 

I kissed every inch

Of her sweet perfume skin

From the nape of her neck,

Collar bone and throat,

To each perfect breast

Across her soft belly

To her luscious loins

Where I consumed

Her sweet sensuality

YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 10

 

You wouldn’t smile at me

If you knew the thoughts I think

Imagining you in an erotic dance

Scantily clad in sensual pink

ONCE INSIDE HER CLOTHES

 

Once inside her clothes

Her vest and bra and such

The roundness of her breasts

Soft yet firm to my touch

And the coarseness of her bush

Excited me very much

YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 9

 

You wouldn’t smile at me

Never again after this time

If you knew I imagined you

The other half of my sixty-nine

EBONY SILK

 

Her skin was like polished ebony

And was silken to the touch

Her breasts were equisitely formed

And the dusky tips stood proud

As they welcomed my mouth

My fingers carressed her soft belly

Slowly down to the coarse triangle

That stood sentinel

To the velvety prize beyond