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Click hereHe stares at me from far across the room.
I hope that he can see me with a glance.
I hope that even in the restaurant’s gloom
This man can see that I “forgot” my pants.
I’ve opened up my legs enough that he
Can look straight up between my legs, my thighs,
And see that sight I long for him to see,
That sight which ought to come as no surprise.
He needs to see my pink and shining slit,
My female counterpoint unto his prick
Which even now as here exposed I sit
Is swelling, growing visibly more thick.
My hope is now fulfilled that with some luck
This night will end in one delicious fuck.
My compliments on creating a saucy, sexy English sonnet, deedeefree. The form is not as easy to write as one might think -- nice work.
One of my favorite things to do ... To sit in a bar or restaurant with shorts on and no underwear, while she sits in a short skirt with no panties on, and flash each other! Done it a few times; always so exciting! It's led to some interesting activity ... either when we go home, on the way home, or a couple of times, in the restaurant ... Thank you for capturing the mood and excitement in your poem!