Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: legs, poem, clit, labia, cliterature, wetness, caress
a long ride
going home is a long ride...this, we both know.
the cold in the bus made us horny, a hint aglow,
my hand crawled over her legs, way under her skirt,
i'm greeted by wetness, oh my, muddy as earth!
it's a silky covering against a rough middle finger,
then she grasp my hand... funny, i know it's not anger,
i studied math...so, i learned to measure,
but, i didn't tell them i've mastered cliterature,
behind the silky covering, labia was introduced,
there's the boudoir in eden, the valley of juice,
i bowed to the queen, a squirming clit,
i gave her sweet caress till the bus was lit.
now she's going to alight, with a smile and a little shame,
so, i did what's polite... i asked her name...