I glance up from my meal
Hun, see what I see
Legs for miles
Hair in glistening piles
and hips so small i must get her to reveal
just how it is she keeps it real
Shirt that drapes just right
Pants fit without a fight
Heels oh so sweet
and not to mention that casually flung bag
that swings gently to her beat
Now as i look down i see
just what it is that disturbs me so
i pile on any that fit
and then run on the go
Next there is that sweet and sassy fragrance
gushing nothing less than extravagance
while the morning fumes of monoxide
still clings to my daily hide
Humphh, i harrumphed
i guess i’m a tad scerred
a bit miffed
a lot insecure
must trudge back in my brain
dig up something pure
it is the only cure for such a trivial but torturous malady i’m sure.
-written after an unsetlling encounter with one of the beautiful ones during lunch hour-
