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.