Sitting in a 'P'
For Priority seat...
If only you were
My private priority.
Oblivious with your
Modern electrical gadget
That I can't even put
A proper name to.
Wired up to your
Headphones with
That red wire
Between your lips.
What a waste!
I can see your
Hands grasping your gadget.
When in my head
I've got another use for them
Desperate for your
Fingers to be
Wrapt round
My half hard half soft cock.
Your legs tapping
To your tunes...
Now you are gulping
Adam's apple bobbing...
OMG! As you youngsters say!
He's yawning now...
Open wide
I'm in dirty old man heaven
As we pull into Brockley.
All in the mind
Mine sadly.
I'm growing old badly.
Dulwich Poet 31st December 2013
(My mind wandered, as I admired a young man, oblivious to my thoughts, on the train home from work, earlier this evening. I jotted this down on the train.)
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