Sensual and chic those heels on her feet.
As my eyes follow above I see I love.
Stocking legs a short skirt .
A blouse so thin her bra visable within.
She is standing there I can only stare.
I mentally undress imagining her breasts.
Her nipples I now see my minds eye
working over time. Wanting her to be mine.
Thoughts of ice and wax I can not hold back.
The effect on me plain to see.
I wonder what is under her skirt .
Panties or a thong.
May be both wrong.
Nothing on.
Is she waxed or may be a landing strip .
Natural maybe or in between .
Again I dream.
Her hair blonde does that match below
how will I know.
As if to awake me from my thoughts
She turns to face me .
Did she sense what I was thinking
I felt a blush.
Her eyes motioned me to follow which I of course did.
Now I was about to discover the answers in my head .
Along an alley we walked not even small talk.
She knew and I did too what we had to do.
It was pure sex no love no emotion
Lust and wanting a need an urge .
Never saw again or heard.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/urc5a4/a_need_an_urge