She Asked Him
by cricketjeff on October 21, 2015. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
She’d asked him what she ought to wear,
He sent expensive scent;
So now she’s sitting hot and bare
And hopes that what he meant …
She asked him what she ought to do,
He said “stay occupied.”
So fingers beat a swift tattoo
On what she placed inside.
She asked him when he would arrive
He said “I won’t be late.”
The tension makes her feel alive
She contemplates her fate.
She asked him many questions but
He gave no more replies,
So now she feels her nipples jut,
They love a sweet surprise.
She hears his car, his feet, his keys
He calls her name, she answers
“Please …”
Author notes
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Somewhat racy perhaps …
English