Leather Pants

Your leather pants
Ride low on your hips,
The way I want to
Slinking and gliding over your skin
Like a dream

And you walk
With your hands shoved in the
Back pockets
Your hips pushing forward
Just enough

As I look at you,
I can feel them under my hands
Cool to the touch
Yet I can feel the hot skin
Underneath

And is there anything else under there?
Maybe hip-hugging briefs to keep you covered?
Or a tiny thong
Just enough to touch all the
Vital parts

Or perhaps nothing at all
Just that tiny mouth
Mustache, or not
Kissing the seam which must be wet
By now-just like mine