Did any of them notice

The restaurant was crowded Saturday night,
as we all gathered, together for dinner,
the darkened bar was where we were seated,
all of us in the booth, a little too close…
music throbbing a staccato beat,
I was so glad you were across from me,
how I wanted to touch you, to kiss you,
I wasn’t wearing underwear, neither were you,
I wondered if any of the others had a clue…
 
I saw the question in your eyes, I smiled, “yes”,
wanting you even more, for your touch,
sitting across the table, out in public, with them,
as I felt you raise your left foot up upon me,
rubbing me up and down, slowly, smiling,
pressing against me as I got rock hard,
you laughed as we ordered another round
wings and nachos, the margaritas kept coming…
 
I slipped off my sandals, shaking off the dirt,
raising my foot to your crotch, your snatch, her doorway,
catching your agreement, your wish, as I took another sip,
so warm, so inviting, what I wanted, I had to dive in…
with my toes, gently, I opened the edge of your shorts,
I slid my big toe up through your lips, rising,
camping on your hot clit, inside you, oh yes,
I am certain I grinned, lingering, pushing, sliding,
catching a whiff of you, of our burning desire…
 
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January 1, 2025
Did any of them notice

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