she comes and goes
her dress swirling as
she moves her way in
her sunglasses keeping
her gaze contained
her hair blowing
causing me to the swell up
as she passes
even if she does not pause
does not acknowledge
me
where I hide my cubbyhole
beneath the stairs
she leaving a scent
behind
I could follow with my eyes closed
a Little Red Riding
Hood
who sees me as the
big bad wolf
how sharp these teeth
are
how amazing she looks
filling up the inside
of her garment
and I think how lucky
the man is
she is going to
no grandmother's house in the woods
maybe a beachside Mansion
where she can shed her cloak
to bask in the
sunlight
all of what I imagine
exposed
what pretty lips she
has
what amazing eyes
oh how stunning she looks
radiating sunlight
dressing or undressing herself
for some lucky man,
some worthy man
so kind of man
with the right combination
to open her up
and find her secrets
a man who is not me
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