Homeward Bound

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And I'd give internal giggle;
eventually a sigh to his approach

Back seat, tick
Appropriate in a skirt, tick
stranger sat next to me, tick
A slow hand on my knee,
rising up.. hmm not tick

The hand in question
more adventurous that I'd
give credit for
Direct, & demanding
knocking my inner thighs
for access within cotton
His hand poised against my bare
sacred area like he owned it
& in a way he did
That's when my giggle became
a sigh as he pushed on home
without warning, kissing me as
he did so.