Public and scary
Will someone catch me?
Where anyone can see
The pleasure rising
Catching to the thrill
Fingers running through my hair
tension building
listening to the sounds
those that surround me
Waiting for a set of eyes
to gaze upon me and know
not getting caught
the pleasure soars higher.
She relaxes in her seat,
the vibrations slowing down.
Her climax ending
her body tires.
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Lovers Desire
RandomAnother poem to add to my collection. These will be getting updated and partially rewritten and posted on my medium profile. *Similar to Patreon, where you can pay to read more of my stories*
