Stacie Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Stacie

Her approach was teasing
Short white shirt…and nothing
Shaved were legs, thighs naked
From top cleavage all was so erotic
Everywhere was flesh, young skin
Much, much more was exposed
I tied legs to hide mine…

I thought of Stacie being an exception
She knew my plans and waited
Yet came out or headed for shower
Was it for Saturday?
I handed food and looked
How could I be silent?
More we talked worse I was…
Best is to close mouth…

Was happy on way out
Was over, she had left
Out of mind and my thought
But Janna repeated
Same towel, same white legs
Same shoulder, cleavage

Beauty is great, my concern
I like the flesh and the long hair
But why now when I work?
Is this not the worst time?
Am I not out of luck?
What do girls do to me?
They shower when I go, Saturday!