Cafe 4pm

end of day
his strides
casual
meeting me
just me
here standing
at the cafe bar
tossing aside
charcoal suit jacket
red tie loosened
top button
of dark shirt
released with one
flick of thumb
pulling tie off
in one smooth motion
stretching with
earthy growl
listening to me
just me
espresso ordered
eyes caress my mouth
fingers begin
their ritual undoing
one smooth cuff
then the other
still watching me speak
I can tell
he's listening
to the moist sounds
of my tongue
in motion,
hands capture
Turkish cotton
and fold upwards
then again
and again
another sleeve
until male forearms
are naked, flexing
work worn fingers
tracing my thigh
almost too far
almost
and then stops
to sip the sweet
darkness from
such a small cup
in such a large
thoughtful hand
catching me
over the rim
laughing with
still warm memory
I can tell
he's wanting me
again
now, right now
without words
I slip
already wet
through strangers
to find the room
of intimacies
I can tell
he's following
I can tell
he's going to
tongue me again
oh please again
as I stand pressed
against the rough wall
I can tell
he's going to
fuck me hard
again
oh please again
with his sleeves
rolled up
god, those bare arms
those hands gripping
my ass so tight
pulling me to him
onto his cock
taking me
because he can
because I need
I need
to be stretched
to be filled
to be hurt
until I cum
crying into
those arms
whispering
all my need
into his chest