Glimpse Of Her Poem by Stevie Taite

Soft flesh revealed itself amply
Summer raised hems to the thighs
Shoulders shimmered and cleavage clocked
By heedfully chancing eyes

A cool beverage beckoned
Mates catching up for the week.
Numerous were the distractions
(A welcome distraction to seek)

Cloth clinging round the curvaceous
Or floating to veil female form
A fall of the Sun made transparent
The cottons and synthetics worn

There on a seat in the corner
Stretching the tone of her limbs
A girl on her own with sweet posture
Took innocent sips of her Pimms

One of the mates eyes meandered
Through the canyon of hope 'tween her legs
Her positioning gave him an angle
As he nursed the last 'glass clinging' dregs

The girl gathered up all her moneys
Slid lithely of off her chair
Yet even with careful manoeuvre
gave glimpse of her white underwear

The man felt his loins aching gently
He savoured her neat revelation
The girl met the steel of his glances
Then smiled at the realisation

He blushed with the rise of his semi
She purchased a drink then walked back
Sat down with a glance at his table
(And let her legs open a crack)

He watched as she put on her lip stick
Making no qualms of his gaze
Pretending to pay no attention
She acted at not being phased

So obvious was the attraction
Physical distance made pale
Who would close down the small chasm?
Would it be female or male?

It was his turn for refilling
So he pointed requests from his friends
Then he strolled to the bar to place orders
But made sure he went down to her end

While he awaited the bar maid
To fill up the glasses with beer
He casually lent up beside her
A whispered some words in her ear

He swept back her hair oh so gently
That goose bump appeared on her neck
warm blood rushed to regions yet hidden
('Come meet me out side in a sec? ')

The grin at her lips gave the answer
She knocked back the Pimms that remained
He dished out the pints to his buddies
Who were not wise at all to his game!


Unwatched by his mates, busy
Gassing
He sneaked off out side for some 'air'
Nodding his head as he passed her
She soon duly followed him there

The warmth of the sun was upon them
Their hands entwined naturally
In search of a more quiet side street
Their touch shared electricity

At last, a mews meeting their purpose
Two bodies together were thrown
Lips found the taste they'd been yearning
Hands found erogenous zones

She stroked all along his erection
He thrilled that her gusset was moist
The brush of his touch made her tremble
Approved by the groan of her voice

Lust had no hint of subsiding
But obviously they had to slow
Exchanging their names, they decided
That for a sit down they should go

In shock at their intimate intro
Neither had done such before
A more usual date was suggested
As they whispered their needy 'encore '! ! ! ! !