Womanly

"It is yours to explore."
Delivered softly,
her laughing eyes locked with mine,
knowing my head was filled
with the image of her willing wet gift
waiting for the unlocking
of her trembling pleasure
waiting there
blatantly in my mind.

Noise of the cafe
isolates aroused, arousing whispers
as, across the table from her,
in our booth
I surrender helplessly
to the need to touch myself
my fingers curl over the lump in my jeans
she is radiant in the pleasure
of her power