The Lucky Guy
She’ll be meeting someone.
Her relaxed and wholesome pose whispers this fact.
I’ll never know what he looks like.
His annoying traits,
the music he hums in the shower,
or whom he quietly hates.
Though I do know,
in a couple of hours,
life will give him the pleasure,
the honour,
of unzipping those ankle-high boots.
He’ll stroke those chalky cheeks,
run his hand through her shiny hair.
You can also see
from her calm indifference to us all
that she’ll make love serenely.
He’ll feel the sweetness and devotion,
all along his cock.
I’m tired, you know.
We had the delay,
the beep beep beep of the boarding passes scanned
and the waiting.
I don’t want to embarrass you
by pointing out your beauty,
suggesting this or that,
especially not that.
Though I hope you can allow me
to offer a little smile that says,
he’s a lucky guy, you know.
Posted Nov 7, 2022, 10:40 AM UTC
Hahahahhaa. I think this is a brilliant lively little snapshot! It leaves just enough to my imagination for it to run wild. And it is! Thanks for that!!