Sizzling Summer Sirens

The bus buzzes,
heat and voices in the sun.
The bus thunders to a stop
and a beauty,

Goddess of fire,
red silk and sweat.

walks,

seductive strut

sits next to me.

Coyly she raises her eyes to meet mine.
"Hello, lover," slides sweetly
from her red, pouted mouth.

Her long hands

her long fingers,
red tipped nails,
creep slowly up my leg,
longing to plunder
the wet and warm,
longing to touch

turn pages on a book,

Sizzling, sultry,

cheap romance,

cheap sex.

Her long, pointed tongue
licks lips parted slightly.

Her long, pointed tongue
licks my lips,
hot breath mingles.
Her long, pointed tongue
ravages my mouth,
invades the space,
flicks at my teeth.

A trickle of sweat
moves softly down her brow

bosoms.
The trickle of sweat runs between her breasts,
perfect globes of flesh.
The sweat sticks between us,
slick, sticky, tickly trickles.

Her arm rubs mine
in the closeness

in the privacy

of the tiny space we share.

Her arm rubs my breast
in the privacy
of the tiny space we share.
Her hand cups my breast,
tweaking nipple
until hard and firm.
Her mouth cups my breast,
her tongue taunts and tweaks
my hard, aching nipple.
Her hand cups my sex,
finger seeking
hard nipple,
seeking the core,
seeking the pleasure,
seeking the lissful, blissful, glistening nipple.
"Oh," I moan.

"Oh," I cry.
She looks at me, puzzled.

She looks at me, satisfied,
sensual,
sexy.

I don't explain.

I am in too much pleasure to speak,
so much that

She rings the bell for her stop.

I hear bells ringing.

The bus shudders to a stop.

I am still shuddering.
"I'll be back soon," the lips,
red, glistening, murmur.

She walks

shimmies,
sways,

off the bus.
On steps a beauty,

Goddess of ice,
cool, white,
linen and lace.

walks,

glides,

sits next to me.