41 M4F Sexy 4th of July poetry just for you

*notabot and not AI.

You, scrolling on endless seeking,

for one worthy and not OF peeking

Amidst the ocean of zombies loathsome

Finding him intelligent and rugged handsome

Who sees you for you, lighting his dark room

His words affectation, yet you still consume

Why now, you ask, do I go on down this road

Likely he only wants to spill out his load

Yet pulled into fantasies you've yet to share

Wondering if he would even care

To your amazement, he sees you for you

His words sharp, piercing, knowingly true

You yearn for more, you come unglued

"Opsec" he says, calmly and prude

You pull back, pissed he wont share

But perhaps pics on tele if you so dare

But curiosity got you, he's good with his words

Your mind starts to wonder, to bees and to birds

A spark hits your tinder, but not some trash app

It needs your affection, your fingers they tap

Sending a message, so out there you fear

He sees you, you know, but can he also hear

The fuse now is lit, and snaking towards glory

You hope he'll reward you with a lustful fun story

You wait and anticipate the message you'll get

Waiting. Waiting. Why wont he respond yet?

And with a burst, it lights up- theres fire within

You see its from him and your face now does grin

You read and you melt, you feel the great heat

You dare not sit up, you stay in your seat.

Your eyes follow the fire of his words in your space

A bite of your lip, and then a flush in your face.

Now you know tis worth your reply

He is a man, not some boy or gross guy

Your fingers awash from the outflow of text

Turned on, as you imagine whats next

Perhaps a new romance, exploding in bloom

Growing hotter, breaking out in bright plume

Now going forth, his words make you thirst

This the affair, in your head you rehearsed

But fulfilling your lustful desire to burst,

Requires you reach out, and contact him first.

~happy 4th ladies.