Paean

Biking through lower Manhattan, surrounded by beautiful women, wanting all of it and knowing better.

I can’t find a trace of sex in how she dresses – and that itself has my full attention.

Kelly green bike shorts, a high braid, and suddenly I’m riding faster than I meant to.

Two years of biking to work instead of riding the subway, and this morning I finally saw an ass worth writing about.

A PAWG? Not quite. But almost….

Two cute women, one for whom I long, one for whom I don’t.

A surfeit of style

A paean that graduates into something like a creep shot.

AI can nail a face but not a feeling. Guess which one matters more to me.

Every fucking element of her is preternatural. And I enlisted every AI I could find to try to show you what I mean.