Ghetto Summers (part 5)

(il)legal tender(ronies)

I see tights, covering healthy thighs,

and, halter tops that attract my eyes,

and, micro-minis that solicit my sighs.

I see tights that

illuminate every curve of vivacious vixen;

thighs covered tightly,

in tights that slightly cover

luscious curves.

Halter tops, and, blouses that

are not sheer, but, SHEER,

allowing a glimpse of ample cleavage.

Micro-minis coerce my sighs,

causing me to stare, harder than is wise,

at legs that tower unto infinity.

. . . and, Charlene leans, and, whispers to Jean

“Now, you know . . . !!”.

I truly believe that I see

women with perfected bodies,

fully developed in every way.

But, I find that what I see, instead,

is the essence of youth and vitality;

an essence blossomed ten years too soon,

old enough for motherhood,

young enough to call me Sir.

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