A Waitress and Her Busboy

I long to see the flash that's you;
The sound of faintly clinking glass
Will send me spinning for a view
Of your compact retreating ass.
When I brush past you in the tight
Confines where you unload your tub,
My nipples graze your back; my light
Carress slides through your legs to rub
A furtive pleasure as I pass.
You flush and hold the tub before
Your crotch, and over your shoulder toss
That piercing glance I so adore.

I follow you when you turn to go
For break, and swiftly pull you through
The bathroom door, and while you grow
Hard I drop my panties and you
Invade my shirt with grasping hands.
A gasp escapes as I impale
My slickness with the rod that stands
A throb to meet my thrust; I prevail
Against the urge to shout with joy
As we collide and part, combined
To one urgent beast-- My busboy--
Oh yes, oh, I grip your behind
Which quivers on porcelain, shakes
As hot spurts fill my deep need,
Oh yes, yes, my thirst is slaked!
My panties are lined with your seed
As with a secret smile I work,
A sticky, sweet reminder of
The joy of making furtive love.

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