Missing My Stop

by michaelcahill

The author has placed a warning on this post for sexual content.

i catch the bus in uneventful stride.
I watch the people, little else to do;
fair ladies board and liven up my ride.
Discretion tames me; there's not much ado.

One buxom babe sits ‘cross the aisle and lo,
my view is perfect; no, I cannot lie--
then something grows just like Pinocchio!
I cannot stand; I watch my stop pass by.

I'm staring too intent, and now I'm caught--
I look up and she whispers, “like my thong?”
With red face, smiling, I stream: read my thought …
she exits, turns and winks, I trip along.

I’d carry on this tale … lust's romp divine,
but ‘tis a sonnet, DRAT, the fourteenth line.

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