En femme

She spoke about the sensual joys of putting on a bra 
and her feelings of arousal wearing miniskirts with sheer;
of confidence and pass and the vulnerable’s thrill…
and maybe I would walk with her a while?
So we’d explore a path, our mirrors left behind ~

We could share and talk and laugh and flirt
over our barista cups – and hope to dare a touch,
perhaps to linger closer, perhaps to steal a kiss?
(and don’t forget to breathe!)
Before we’d sever;  back to drab, until another day ~

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s