move and grind

i leaned on my broom, my sweep away of all things scary at this moment,
and preferred to imagine what would happen if behind me u stood ever so indulgent,
to stare at my posture and imagine how soft those bum cheeks of mine,
to imagine yourself pressed, ever so close, that feeling of soft on hard, ever so divine.

so

tonight if awake u still should be,
and perchance, glance at my blog and happen to see,
me leaning on my broom sweeping away those possible cobwebs in your mind,
just imagine standing near and my hips real close feeling them move and grind...

RB.