Military Man Poem by rose higgins

I sit there, yearning to be touched,
when he walks in.
That tall military man,
who I know by no other name That somewhat cute guy,
who catches my eye
as I do him.
He leads me by the hand
out of the bar into the blue of night
where he takes me into his car
where we are now out of sight.
He pulls me into his arms
and brushes his lips over mine.
My hearts beating a rapid rhyme
as he pulls down my blouse
and rips away my bra.
His tongue, making a way
down my neck
sends shivers down my spine.
I reach to pull away his shirt
eager for skin.
He helps and like a pro
and pulls off his belt.
While waiting for me,
to help with his pants
he happily caresses
my bosom, making me only
want him more.
Finally, when there is no barrier between us
He gets lost inside me
and I began to wonder
if he'll ever find his way out.