Sitting a metre away is lust,
Oblivious of a metre away,
Licking her smooth, concentrated lips,
Watching a movie to wait for the day.

Hands in sleeves to counter the chill,
Gently moving, exploring around
Her skintight thighs. Inquisitive nose
Occasionally forming a tiny frown.

Headphones over her soft, grey hood,
Wisps of hair wrapped around the rim,
A gentle pout, leaning into the screen,
Lighting soft, sugar-icing skin.

Restlessly entering hour four
She turns to sleep with head askance,
Mouth lightly open, front teeth on show.
Who could resist an occasional glance?

(One more reason to pack up and go)