I Seek Relief

He looks so strong and handsome, while his voice
And accent quite attract me; near at hand
His expression is charming; I've no choice
But to enjoy (his well hung cock): it's grand
To think, yet, blushingly, I cannot say
Definitively what I'd want from him;
(His pants' delightful stretch ensures I'll stay -
I'd let him touch my tits); damnit begin...

Seduction for the perfect gentleman
Starts as he throws down coat - loses reserve;
(That's dubious in any case: men can
Expound at yawning length); I'll just preserve
Some common courtesy (I'm sure his root
Is long and thick and longing); circumstance
precludes lust, it would seem; and he'll not stoop
To take me hard; my pouting heart won't dance!
 
I briefly close my eyes: beneath those lids
Passion soon surfaces, lurid thoughts press
Me back (against the table); if he rids
Me of obstructive clothing, his caress
Would be fucking empathic; I could sigh
And act the helpless pet, so he could fit
His rigid prick within cunt; would I cry,
Or close my mouth and simply bite my lip?
 
I used to wonder how it feels: a cock
Pushed into one's virginity to take
Away (damned) modesty - and, if I lock
His penetrating prick there, would it make
Me wetter as we screwed? I'd let him turn
Me over, fuck my bum, upon a whim;
I want him even harder now - I'll burn
Much more than any candlewick for him...    
 
I smile, look curious, but self-restrained;
Why should he want to flirt with me at all?
For I seem timid: flushing, if he's gained
Intelligence, shyly; I shall recall
So little afterwards and hold my tears,  
Denying interest; farewells are brief:
He shrugs and picks up coat,  then disappears
Into the crowd: alone...
 
I seek relief.