Do I look Vacant?  

You couldn’t have known
While you stood there talking to me,
Holding your bike up with your hip,
Discussing the day’s weather;
Good for biking,  
That I wasn’t wearing anything
Underneath this skirt.
I felt a puff of wind
Snake up my legs, lift my skirt
Vulnerable and aroused
Thinking of you edging a little closer
Grab my plump roundness,
Bare curvaceous cheeks,
Willing you to move your hands
To the front
Find that sliver of moistness,
Edge your hand against my
Milky, plush mound
Until your fingers are slick in my desire
Stop your delusional chit chat
Rest your bike against the rack
And bend me over
Quickly
So we don’t get caught
You will slide in
Easy
Slippery, smooth
I Am Ready
For your extraordinary,
Fervent thrusts
The kind that delivers
Nothing short of agonizing bliss
I have dreamt about you
Too often
Too fierce
Too eager
And this won’t take long
But it will be worth it.  
Instead I lean in
Kiss you lightly on the neck….
Leave my daydream
Flaccid and un-reconciled.
For now.
But I am not a patient woman.