She was climbing...
The stairs of a red double Decker bus.
I caught...
A glimpse of a nylon stocking top.
She gentle turned...
Her raven haired head.
Voluptuous cherry red lips...
Parted...
Into a sunshine smile.
Sending waves of electric shocks...
Down my mountainous spine.
Guided by her stiletto heals...
I followed...
Like a puppy...
Sliding on an electric eel.
Sitting opposite...
I watched her...
Lift and cross her curvy legs.
Her dress floated towards the deck...
Revealing...
Sheer black nylon stocking tops.
Falling off my shelf...
Crumpled upon the floor...
She unwittingly...
Revealed more...
A neatly combed camel-toe...
Trapped between...
Nylons upon bare flesh.
Elasticated strapped belts.
Stretched across...
Her slightly toned skin.
Makes my mouth run dry...
As my heart dies...
She gives me a wiry smile...
As I avert my eyes.
From such sheer delights...
She rises...
Upon the next bell...
Her skirt swirls...
As her stocking leg...
Brushes past...
My crimson red face...
A quivering mass upon the floor...
Lingering perfume...
Consumes...
A teenage boy...
Who thinks he has entered...
Heavens door...
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