My Hello to Frank

I bend over and I know
you can see the smooth
cheeks of my bottom,
split it two by my thin,
white lace panties.

I know what you told me,
but I can imagine you now,
as I imagined you before -
a drooling man you were,
a drop of saliva escaping
from the corner of your mouth.

Did you like it yesterday,
when, again, I bent over
and I felt your eyes
roaming down my low-cut top?
Did you like it, Frank?
Did you like the way my tits looked,
the way they were cupped
in my pink, frilly, lacey bra,
waiting to be let out?

Oh I know you must’ve,
as my eyes wandered down to your pants,
as you sat there so casually.
I saw your bulge,
your excitement.
I know you were ready, just like I was.

Oh, how I wanted to take out your cock -
the poor, beautiful, thing must’ve
been choking in the trap
of your tightened pants.

How it must’ve needed the relief of a warm mouth.