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Men in Uniform
Tall men smartly turned out
ooze authority
their gaze demands respect
but when you offer
strong liquor to a dog
you can never tell
if they'll bite
or roll belly up to be petted
So when the cop
motioned me to pull over
miles out of town
on the lonely desert highway
I wondered if my tail lights
were the problem
or was there something else
impressed more urgently
on his mind
I'd already set my fingers to work
as he began the slow walk over
from his patrol car
handcuffs jangling on his belt
swinging boldly
to the flash of the red and blue light
My eyes picked out the hardness
of complex muscles on his torso
rippling through the uniform
competing for my attention
with the bulge between his thighs
I wondered how it would feel
all spread out
draped across the Buick's soft gray leather
the two of us reclining naked
peeled like plums
juicy and enticing
massaging each other's cocks
until we juddered and shuddered
separate routes to ecstasy
a single destination
But there was no bump
and no grind
he only warned me
sternly about those lights
then watched as I drove off
disappointed and still horny
stiffer than hell on a hot night
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