Busted

I blushed, a busted flush, when I was caught,  
Dreaming of hidden bits I could not glimpse.  
I checked him out for longer than I ought  
To have done: adoring his bulgy hints:  

He almost seemed to swell beneath the cloth:  
His contained manhood, sensual in the strength  
Of feeling he evoked in me, soon cost  
All sense of distance: hence the heady length  
 
Of time, I spent observing, grew. How rich  
I would have been had he filled me with flesh.  
I bit my lip to calm each inner itch;  
Seeing his smiling eyes. our gazes meshed!  
 
Such stories could be told: the blushing watch  
Of goodies, thus, observed round a man's crotch.