Why Aren't You Here?

WHY AREN'T YOU HERE?

Sitting on the bench
Waiting for the bus
Thinking about you
Wondering if there is an "us".

He sauntered up to me,
Ask me if I cared.
I shook my head no
And he ask if I was scared.

I didn't answer for a moment'
And then ask him what he meant
He answered there are many men
Who are not heaven sent.

I laughed and said, "Boy do I know
I seem to have a penchant
For finding every one of theme.
And then be left with no hint."

He leaned back and stretched,
Placing his arm around my shoulder
Just like all the others,
Assuming its ok to be bolder.

Did I mention it was dark out
And no one else was around
So he pulled me close and kissed me
Moving his hand without a sound.

Caressing my knees and moving slowly
Up and up my thigh.
His hands so tender and slow
Getting acquainted and moving so sly,

I was feeling aroused
By this handsome young man
Whose soft hands had wondered
To places unknown.

His kisses were deeper
As our tongues met and danced loftly
His arm on my shoulder
Had slipped to my breast rubbing softly

His fingers slipped into my bra
And nudged my bare nipple
To stand up and play
It was all so natural and simple

It was dark on our bench
And no one to see
As he pushed aside my panties
And slipped silently into me

Acquainting himself with my swollen clit
I adjusted myself to give him more room
I was groaning now and moving in rhythm
With his circling fingers under the moon

"Play with me Hon"
He spoke in my ear
It was won't take long
I'm getting real near

So I reached down and rubbed him
And he was hard as a rock.
I felt my body moving hard against
That incredible hand fuck

He groaned and then cried out
Sounding almost wounded
I stiffened and joined him
Oblivious to anyone around

Exhausted and trembling
We leaned against each other
I ask for his name and he said
"Its too late for that lover"

As the bus came up the street
I stood and straightened my clothes
As I turned to ask why
The bench was empty...and I froze.

Why aren't you here tonight?