i'm painting this ladys house red. one look at her and you know she is the type to paint her house red. she's probably just shy of 40... but oh, my god, if we could all cast a shadow on 40 like she does. how she must have have broken hearts and wrecked marriages and driven poor lonely bastards to suicide just by walking into a room. at 40 her looks have just now faded enough to make her only beautiful. she leaves at 9:oo in the morning to go jogging, and instantly i wonder what it would be like to go in her bedroom and feel those satin sheets and root around in her panty drawer. she has full curves and big breasts and a wonderfull ass bouncing beneath her jogging shorts. i suck my gut in as she waves and passes, on the off chance that she will later invite me into that bedroom like in some kind of penthouse magazine fantasy letter. o, what i wouldnt give. i cant imagine the lovers she must have had, the pure experience she has attained. i accidentially wipe a big red swash of color across her bedroom window because its so goddamn hard to keep my mind focused on the job. who needs a damn job when there are women like this out there! i should camp at her door and howl at the moon till she takes me in. i should cook her dinner and send her dog birthday presents. send a rocket to the moon, just to show her how horny i am. if all my jobs were like this i would die from compulsive masterbation. but hell, this is a sunny day, and as i peek through her bedroom window i catch just a glimpse of panties sticking out from under the bed, hard dick, is this any reason to torture me?Birth sign: Taurus
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