Out for Coffee

I can see her
nipple dribble slipping
through the unbuttoned blouse
that she uses
to distract
while she reads
directly
in their eyes.  

She follows my lines
and sees me there,
checks my cheeks
and hands
and then pans up,
thinking
that I must be
staring her breasts down
while she does
her reconnaissance work.  

When she
finally
makes her way
up my shirt,
after the bulge
in my pants
and the stance
of my spine
in my chair,
she glances up
to catch me,
and I am looking
directly into her eyes,

and while she
was taking a walk
on my features
I was fucking her pulse
heart tongue mind
soul fear age
lust need desires
and eyes all
at one time.

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