Her Walk
I watch her walk
from a vantage point behind:
trim ankles and calves well-shaped
connect to nylon-covered thighs
and the flesh of her moves
with a sensuality
focusing attention.
Outlines elastic show through
her skirt drawn tight over curving hips
drawing mind’s eye between her legs,
intrigued with all the action there.
Flesh writhing in swirling motion,
shielding her very womanhood
riding out the storm in dark, moist warmth.
Oh, to stay and linger there!
But she strides with purpose,
moving quickly beyond seeing,
leaving quickened desires unsatisfied
