Burst

That skirt, that skirt, that skirt, that skirt…

God damn, woman. It's been months and I'm still dreaming of you in that skirt.

Barely holding you in.

Looking like it was ready to burst at the seams, in all the right ways.

And, fuck, those legs, those legs, those legs, those legs…

Spring had only just sprung and those legs had been hidden away for so long, so damned long.

That grin, oh my lord, that grin, that grin, that grin, that grin…

When we finally saw each other, gods, we very nearly missed each other that night. But you saw me, just before walking out the door, and that grin… Oh my god, woman, you could seduce me with nothing but a glance, but that impish grin…

You had me on a hook and you knew it.

And kept walking. Putting yourself a few feet in front of me.

In that skirt.

Leaving so very little to the imagination.

Every nuance of how that perfect ass moves, put on display.

Left… Right… Left… Right…

Months. And I can still close my eyes and see it. And it's all I need.

Woman.

When can I expect to see you wearing it again?