In studio window,
I see a sight…
She shakes and twists to a tune I can’t comprehend.
The rhythm of her motion tells me its a sweet tune
That I and Her could intimate-one step-two step to…
Damn, I love her hair,
that oily mass down her neck…
I am pacing about the window seals,
Drooling over what an Angel!
I am wishing she could slip a dangle about my side…
In the middle of my wishful castles,
A hollow voice…
(what are you drooling at young man? We don’t entertain idlers here about! Understand?!)
I am taken by surprise
Shrinking at the condescending fellow.
My eye meeting his at once.
He wears a grey-black combat and holds a gun.
(He wears a mean face, and I am short, epileptic.)
“Yes, ye, xe, ye, yes sir.”
Taking my leave as I step back step by step.
I didn’t miss the five stars on his collar.
Baby, you didn’t tell me your dad’s gards watch you everywhere…
Or, was that the general?!