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LUCKY GUY
(A repost)
Into the ballroom you sneak
tardy for this formal affair
at the lectern the MC
beginning to speak
stutters then pauses to stare
All men’s eyes
that can safely observe
are completely transfixed
on your every curve
Wearing your favorite
little black dress
your magnificent body
revealed more than less
Very aware of each
wandering glance
you decide to put on a show
as you weave between the tables
sexy hips swaying to and fro
Mouths agape when you pass
mesmerized by your red lips
forming a seductive smile
and oh so tempted
to touch your round ass
Neckline plunging
barely concealing
your voluptuous breasts
where between each orb
if given the chance
every male in the place
and perhaps a few women
would bury their face
I know many are dreaming
of your shapely legs spread
displaying the juicy prize
discovered in between
your creamy white thighs
Arriving at last
at your assigned spot
I rise to pull out your chair
you whisper sweetly
“sorry I’m late”
“no, you’re just on time
and you look great”
As I return to my seat
I seem to hear a collective sigh
as if every man in the room
was saying “what a lucky guy!”
Into the ballroom you sneak
tardy for this formal affair
at the lectern the MC
beginning to speak
stutters then pauses to stare
All men’s eyes
that can safely observe
are completely transfixed
on your every curve
Wearing your favorite
little black dress
your magnificent body
revealed more than less
Very aware of each
wandering glance
you decide to put on a show
as you weave between the tables
sexy hips swaying to and fro
Mouths agape when you pass
mesmerized by your red lips
forming a seductive smile
and oh so tempted
to touch your round ass
Neckline plunging
barely concealing
your voluptuous breasts
where between each orb
if given the chance
every male in the place
and perhaps a few women
would bury their face
I know many are dreaming
of your shapely legs spread
displaying the juicy prize
discovered in between
your creamy white thighs
Arriving at last
at your assigned spot
I rise to pull out your chair
you whisper sweetly
“sorry I’m late”
“no, you’re just on time
and you look great”
As I return to my seat
I seem to hear a collective sigh
as if every man in the room
was saying “what a lucky guy!”
Published 12th Dec 2013
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12th Dec 2013 1:06am
a lust filled write ...allowing me to come into the room lusting in awe with the rest..well written
12th Dec 2013 5:06am
Thank you Herstory, I appreciate your comment and for coming along for the ride :)
Anonymous
- Edited 27th Aug 2021 5:37pm
12th Dec 2013 1:36am
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12th Dec 2013 5:07am
12th Dec 2013 5:38am
12th Dec 2013 12:38pm
Thank you Blue! I tried to express the grace and art in her every movement.
Anonymous
- Edited 5th Jan 2019 8:45pm
12th Dec 2013 6:11am
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No doubt you've got the rhythm :) Thank you so much for reading and commenting on this piece...it was fun to write!
12th Dec 2013 9:39am
12th Dec 2013 12:35pm