Noticing You
Your hand on my thigh foreshadows our tonight.
I notice you. You’re noticing me.
Could be a new notch on your belt.
Freshly carved, freshly craved
Infatuation blooms begging for you to pollinate
I’ll be the nectar. You be the bee.
I notice you.
Sweet and smooth and lovely.
I notice the way your eyes
Can’t get their fill of me.
I notice you.
Under your shyness.
Your desires and wants.
Drawn to a girl who’s got it. Knows it. Flaunts.
I notice you.
Craving touch.
I’d reach over the table
But it might be too soon for that much.
I notice you.
Gathering all your boldness and might
To lay your hand on my thigh
To foreshadow our tonight.
I notice you.
Making my bed your canvass
Artfully you undress me
A new colour with each caress.
I notice you.
Admire my flower
Tasking my womanhood.
Lick and such and devour.
I notice you.
Hard. Brimming with man’s desire.
You thrust inside, my body’s ablaze
Haven’t you noticed? I’m on fire.
About the Creator
Lizzie Sage
Queer and newly craving men. Black coffee and bold kisses.
Stand up comic and poet.
Read my poetry on insta: @lustypoetry
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