Summary
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Fireman is an adult day dream from the point of view of the prissy intellectual whose fancy roams into the risque.
Content Type: Poetry Singles
Content Created: Fall 2002
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Tanned skin dusky with soot, wearing
Thick black trousers wrapped like
Armor around his hips, appeared like a mountain.
Athletic chest, bare with sweat slightly glistening,
Flexed while lugging a coiled hose on his shoulder.
He drops it when his eyes meet yours, his
chiseled features accented by the noon sun,
And other interests in you are apparent.
A yawn, so plays out your coy disinterest,
And you fan hot summer air from your cheeks,
Hoping he doesn't fuck it up and speak,
Like all guys seem to do. This callow prick
has the audacity to kneel and take your hand,
which is not the language your body spoke to him
yet was exactly what you wanted him to do.
He leans closer until his smoky skin
mingles with your perfume. Teeth gleaming pearly
white, and his breath is fresh and faintly
minty, when he offers you a blunt, manly smile
from a square and stoic jaw. A thick, muscular hand
touches your thigh - no, wait, you're day-dreaming,
it touched your eye, as a lash had become stuck.
Your bodice is tight as your heart races, and that smoldering
Need leaves you with only one thing to say ...