wandering thoughts
‘m restless.
Sitting quietly. Polite.
Legs crossed, like a lady.
Feeling like I want to scream.
Stand up and rip my clothes.
Grab the man, the boy
who sits next to me.
His cologne is fresh,
his skin is clean.
Beautiful dark, smooth.
Straddle his lap
press my breasts to his chest.
My lips on his, biting and
sucking on each other
His hands on my hips- pulling me closer
while people watch
shocked
disgusted
mesmerized
but I sit,
quietly.
screaming only
on the inside.
Fucking yes. I have been there so many times. Contained on the outside, thriving on the inside.
Ummm lady, is the seat next to you taken?
have you read my mind??? whew…i understand everything racing through your head….and body. xoxo