- Erotic Poetry
- The Quiet Man
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The woman in the red dress smiles mischievously at me.
Her perky breasts pressed against the thin material of her top.
Her long legs are firm and tanned, her pretty little feet in red high heels.
She crosses her legs and sips her tea, reading some intellectual novel.
The hustle and bustle of the coffee shop distracts her from my staring.
As she looks down at her book and continues to read.
I want to stand up and walk over and grab her and kiss her.
I want to drag her to the backroom and have my way with her.
I would put her on the counter and slide her legs over my shoulders.
She probably isn’t’ wearing panties so sliding inside her would be easy.
I would pound her pussy with all my might, until I came hard inside her.
Then I would let her down and kiss her cheek, thanking her for the experience.
Instead I go back to reading my magazine, knowing I will daydream about her again.
