Primates
A man my age looked at me,
in a definite sexual way today.
Not me persae, but my right breast.
Beneath my form fitting dress.
I could see him measuring my size,
while using a thinly veiled disguise.
Of a newspaper held in front of him.
I almost stopped on a whim.
To lean my hands upon his knees.
Enable a good look, just to tease.
As they are few and far between ,
these primitive glances I find.
But I carried on my gracious way,
Exiting with his gaze on my behind.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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