Your Hand Creeps

by Drew Kalbach

YOUR hand creeps
slowly, steadily,
sensually up my trousers.

my legs quiver,
and i look at you
with wondering eyes.

you smile and wink
while a shudder runs
down my spine.

''just a bit further.''
you whisper to me.

''WHAT THE FUCK ARE
YOU DOING BOB!?''
i scream back.

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