the female gaze
I feel your gaze upon my skin as it
crawls from crotch to chest and back again.
And when it finally rests at the object
that it seeks I stiffen from the heat.
It studies every bump, wrinkle and vein
as I unfold, lengthen and become hard.
Standing straight up, exposed and unashamed
I push against your gaze seeking relief.
But for you, controlling my erection
using your eyes and a few chosen words,
is serious play and you work at it.
Relief will come, but not against your gaze
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