I Like the Ending

Derriere swaying beckons libido

hypnotizes hungry eyes scratching itch

feeling my presence, she turns toward me

desire quickens and grows as I thirst

for taste of rounded breasts moistly

peeking from cusp of shirt, shyly

wet lips pique desire for that below.

if I could only read her mind

I’d know her thoughts were different.

She wants to know type of person I am

before she commits to bed of passion

slowly build desire over days and nights

crescendo will expand gently over time

I like the ending but the wait is too long

The relationship she desires is not one for me

I’ll go on and pursue the quickie of my dreams

With some bimbo who is the match of me.