- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Subway Ride
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I must have looked deranged,
But I couldn't help myself.
The clack and rhythm of the tracks
Put me in some kind of trance.
You were inches in front of me
Your soft cock so close to my mouth
My gaze fell directly onto your leather belt
With the frayed edge and hook in the third hole
Your hands, big and veined,
Practically grazed my knees
I couldn't look away
On, off, open, close, next stop
I was entranced by the buttons of your jeans
I noticed nothing else
Just your hands and that belt
Framing the wondrous prize
Nestled inside
Subway Honey
Let me ride, ride, ride
- COMMENTS
Rob_mDearalmost 7 years agoI do hate poetry, and once again this is excellent, eloquently capturing a small moment in time that mirrors the thoughts and emotions we've all had (more than once) for a fleeting longish-instant in our lives, reflecting something we at least momentarily desired, but not really enough to go after. Desire, passion, eroticism, opportunity, and a tinge of regret in a world of myriad what-ifs, all captured in a handful of lines and words.
Excellent.
AMoveableBeastabout 7 years agoSexy and artistic, without sacrificing the raw, rude sensuality of everyday life.
Anonymousabout 8 years agoI love it. I think we've all been there...lusting over some random stranger. So good.💕
