Skirts with a View

Thoughts of a dream

We exchanged a glance, a smile, and a chance, then I took a seat

The chair across, the perfect spot to gaze upon her face to feet

The soft between transfixed my mind desire growing with the sight

A frown at first, she ignored my need but left knees up tight

She didn’t move but closed her to think of what to do

Her tender rose appeared, feeling exposed, my attention starting her swell

Eyes meet again, trembled whispers she speaks “let’s hide in the place you dwell”
 
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