Black Poetry : Extreme Watch

Watcher

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Chicago-In the WatchTower
Sitting at my desk
Watching you
As you bend over at the copier
Dizzam!! Can I get me some?
Short skirt riding up the thigh
Leaving nothing to the imagination
Watching you come over to my desk
To give me your report
You bend over
Not a word do I hear
But I’m on a cleavage watch
Melons ripe
Just waiting for my mouth to take it in
Got to shake the thought
As I watch you saunter back to your cubicle
Hips swaying
Long luscious legs
Accented by the ebony boots
As the hugs your calves
Wishing it was me
The phone rings
You ask me what I want
For lunch
It’s all I can do to keep from saying
I want you…
We sitting in the car
You lean back in the seat to relax
While I try to Watch the road
Man never had a problem watching before
But all I can see is myself
Between those thighs
Hmmmm
We finish lunch
And go back to work
Brutha got to walk discreet
So you won’t notice Woody trying to take a peek
4:00 time to go….
You come over and ask me
if I would like to stop by for dinner
I being very careful of how I choose my words
Ask what’s on the menu
That’s when you slide your hands down my thigh
To my groin
And grab hold
And whisper in my ear

CATFISH!!!


WOOOOWEEEE!!! JACKPOT!!!!
 

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