watching small wings part
and come together
the air is so thin while
Butterflies dance
among the whirl of people
and stationary plants
as they kiss the wind.
There goes another scantily dressed female, strutting about the streets.
I watch as she continues to slop her drink over the trees.
A man comes into view eyes licking over her exposed shapely unsteady body.
I am curious if his hunger seems more satiable because of her obvious drunkenness.
His hand gropes around her rear, the lady’s skirt already shortening
as if magnetized to rise by a strangers touch.
I picture his hand shooting under the fabric,
diving and swimming along her newly worked-out a**.
I picture her moan, basking in the boy’s attention, egging him on.
Her legs distance themselves from each other.
I imagine the boy move his hands forward rubbing her in a tantalizing motion.
I watch as she continues to slop her drink over the trees.
A man comes into view eyes licking over her exposed shapely unsteady body.
I am curious if his hunger seems more satiable because of her obvious drunkenness.
His hand gropes around her rear, the lady’s skirt already shortening
as if magnetized to rise by a strangers touch.
I picture his hand shooting under the fabric,
diving and swimming along her newly worked-out a**.
I picture her moan, basking in the boy’s attention, egging him on.
Her legs distance themselves from each other.
I imagine the boy move his hands forward rubbing her in a tantalizing motion.
The air is thickened with the scent of sex and booze.
I feel ill.
