how titillating when something spotted
from the mind cannot be blotted
to bring the image that much closer
to appreciate on the other side of the fence, the poser.
so aware of my binoculars be he
that much more to expose for me to see
how naughty yet inviting be the sight
no need to hide my desire to look or be polite.
all of a sudden notice he does too
a binoculars to his eyes hold and me to woe
and now i know my breasts exposed
me too, like a poser can be supposed.
a smile does his gorgeous mouth alight
me , a little shy, yet the smile bright
but most inviting be his whisper read
to come repose with him on his bed.
how hearty was my laugh and loud
with a calling of his finger his whisper avowed
in the negative i shook my head
and whispered, rather, to join me in my bed.
RB.
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