Paean

Deep in concentration, a beautiful woman reads a tantalizing title.

In which I admire the human form, stimulated by the power of my imagination.

A verbal appreciation of a human’s visual self-presentation.

A lovely brunette….

What I imagine I can learn about a woman from watching her turn a page.

Every piece of clothing tells a story — the panties, the bra, the boots, the hemline. I try to read the woman sitting next to me.

A woman, described.

She’s smoking hot, she’s read my blog, and she’s afraid she’ll pale in comparison. She won’t. All I ever think, when things are going well, is “Fuuuuuuuucckkkkk!”

I wish she’d look up.

A friend’s writing about a woman on a bus, an impossibly large iced coffee, and the thrill of summer.