- Erotic Poetry
- Bus Stop Idyll
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I'm waiting at the bus stop
in the midst of a small crowd
and with just a sideways glance
your hungry look feels me up.
You shove me to the sidewalk-
I fall on my hands and knees.
The rough concrete is gritty
and chews into my skin as
you pull up my flouncy skirt,
yank down my frilly panties
and skewer me on your cock.
You treat me like I’m fuck meat
hammering without mercy.
No one else seems to notice
as they queue for their ride home-
its express line number 4.
You shiver and grunt and then
jerk me back and forth rudely
filling me with your warm jizz.
You zip up and walk away
and people step around me.
I'm addled and on all fours
as you send me a sly wink.
I've missed my bus ride now and
never even knew your name.
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