Show Me Your Legs

Having you seated on my sofa
- a photograph for my mind
before I advance

Your skirt rests upon those thick thighs,
as we casually speak

But the content of our words
gets lost
as you watch me, watch you

I slip one heel off,
with no protest
- and the ache intensifies

I could care less whether you are wearing panties

both have advantages
of shading these moments

I will see the evidence either way

I remove the other,
signaling my desire
that you stay awhile

I pull my seat closer,
allowing your legs to rest upon my lap

You adjust one,
which collides against my covered cock

You feel my fingers,
pressing into your bare feet,
a sigh of approval
caught in your breath

I rise from the chair,
keeping your ankles
in my hold

The skirt no longer can hide you,
and I am more than pleased
to eye your bottom
and that thin strand of fabric
dividing each cheek

My lips meet your cool skin,
following the smooth descent
and alternating to the back of each leg

Soon, I am on my knees
- my mouth, right where you need me.