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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.    
 
 
SweetOblivion
Written by SweetOblivion
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I need to concentrate on coffee as a barrista and not on other matters. And it would be nice if everyone concentrated on developing their own poetic skills and not acquiring others endeavours by...
I need to concentrate on coffee as a barrista and not on other matters. And it would be nice if everyone concentrated on developing their own poetic skills and not acquiring others endeavours by stealth
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