I'M ALL CAUGHT UP

Sometimes, I can not help but glance down low,
To your trousers, where your secret bulge shows.
I try my best not to make it so perfectly clear,
Just a quick peek, but I've nothing that I fear.

I wear a low cut top, and a bra that's so fine,
Hoping you'll notice, wish you'll also be inclined.
In a furtive glance, as I've done many times before,
To catch a glimpse of what could be in store.

I can imagine touching your soft, juicy hidden place,
Would you feel uneasy, or blush upon your face?
Would you grow hard, become excited by my touch,
Lost within the sensations, is the temptation too much?

But, then you caught me, watching me as I gaze,
"What were you thinking?" you ask  
within a haze.
 Stumbling and stammering my  blush gives me away,
 "Oh no, nothing," I still try, but it's clear as day.

  You smile knowingly, since you.       understand my game,
  "Shall we go?" you ask, offering a hand, the same.
Into the darkness, the parked car silently awaits,
The night soon wraps us, sealing our fates.

You drive me home, I do not want us to part
Gotta play this out right but I also gotta play it smart.
For I love a good bulge, a lucious tantalizing tease,
A promise, a temptation, a soft, hidden please.

When your trousers hint, when your jeans reveal,
The shape of your junk, its a secret for me to steal.
And when you're wearing snug boxers just right,
The soft swell of your cock ignites my pussy's delight.

Like smelling fresh brewed coffee before it is seen,
My imagination can fill in the gaps all in between.
But it's not just coffee I crave when the bulge is near,
It's the warmth of your touch, the closeness I revere.

Watching you grow hard, under fabric that hides,
Or the warmth of our bodies when they finally collide.
The union of our souls and the passion that sublime
Within that moment, I am yours, you are mine.