He stopped
(not I admit
my type)
to help change
a tyre
I all helpless
as a girly girl
all distressed damsel
looking on
as the passing cars
blew my skirt
about my knees
and noticing suddenly
the all of a sudden
flexing of those
muscular thighs
beneath his
(muscles rippling)
sophisticated male attire.
I suddenly
falling
down the bottomless well
of Love and well...lust
licking my suddenly dry
lipstick’d lips
(bright scarlet)
and all of a sudden
thirsting...thirsting
for even
the littlest dropp
of him
and his smile.
'all helpless as a girly girl' with a skirt blewing on the knees - a true Lolita - the timeless image of the girly girl temptress. Just classic, double D!
Aw.... You are such a sweetie! ! ! You inspire me too remember? And yes, the smile definitley did it (oh yeah and the thighs! ! !) Great little offering. HG: -) xx
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I would like to translate this poem
We can't resist you. How could he? Lovely. Fx