Stranger In The Bus Poem by Owuor Lowry

Stranger In The Bus



Stranger in the bus
taken on a rainy day
when clouds were sorely gray
Night, took over the day
Him wet.Me wet
Numb fingers from him to me would stray
To my breast, they'd probably lay
Frozen nipples and all
You know how nipples behave
Pokey,
and to tall, handsome strangers
O those things like to parade
The body hugging dress
he liked, he'd say
Just to his panty-ripping accent display
French.Huh? Do I detect a hint of British too?
Curiosity killed the cat, they said

Tuesday, July 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: crush
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