Pretension

There is pretension in that stance,
to quell any notions
that the availability of chance
may not allow me in those pants

You like to keep me guessing,
when the barometer quickly shifts
and those doe-eyed confessions
can prompt an undressing

My encouragement remains subtle,
though you've moved in much closer
and the words slip out befuddled
and depravities, tightly cuddled

And the pretension now debunked,
as touch can do wonders,
in this coy little stunt
to draw my mouth to your cunt.