__________by dab
I watch her walk
hard
taking each block with sure strides
her strut a rhythm of assertion
even when she’s bombarded
by life and rushing citizens
stepping aside only
for the passing motions of fine-ass sistahs
i smile secretly and sigh
taking measure of her back and muscled thighs
wondering would she strap on
and take me deeply
making it rough when I’m ready
if she thrusts hard like that beat
does she prefer to lay
when she eats
offering me a seat
making me cry
making me weak
i reach up with my hips
shivering deliciously
as she goes from hand to lips
tasting me
i caress the back of her head
a silent plea for her tongue
on my now hard clit
wanting her to suck it quick
and lick the tip
long
cause I’m in dire need of some
cum-munication
and then she crosses the street
passing me with a roll of her eyes
my loose-fit jeans and unpainted nails
found unworthy
no lipsticked pout or visible cleavage
for her dyke-senses to savor
no show of leg or ass to follow
not a clue to my sensuous flow
as I watch her go
and wish for a commanding stride
to guide her
take her
to the invitation
in my eyes
