When the skirt rode high
Upon her thigh,
As she climbed a stool,
James O' Donnell
Gave a furtive look,
Then returned to his book,
But in some dark corner of his mind,
He knew he'd find,
Her captured image there,
Waiting for his sensual stare,
Ready to review
At leisure when he wanted to,
And imagine her in a different pose,
Whichever one he chose,
And knowing that, he smiled, and closed the book,
And never took
Another look.
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thoughts of the sensations
I created an alternate title
called Mental Masturbations.
No oppologies needed. Good stuff.