Deep in that crotch...
Those eyes.
Hers/His/Theirs.
And shifted to cast aside,
A viewed licking of the tongue done.
But they come back to catch,
Muscle tight buns.
Oh yes.
Hers/His/Theirs
And nothing exchanged,
Not even wishes...
That go unknown.
Or a boldness to stop to say,
'Here is my 'info'...
My address and telephone!
Stay in touch.
Can you make that right away? '
They stay in place.
Cemented feet,
Supporting heating temptations.
Hers/His/Theirs
They all stare but no one dares,
To approach or make a move!
Too afraid...
They may not get to touch it!
Preferring their game play,
Discreet and at a distance.
Hers/His/Theirs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem