Sixteen years difference,
a good friend's daughter to boot;
this woman gouged deep with her husky tones,
her easy laughter
and comfortable manner.
I was … am trapped
between the trite taboos
and her taut thighs; must meditate
when all are there to wrench my eyes
from her generous chest l
est I become some sort of pervert.
Yet she is a woman,
I a man -
my friend, her father, a decade and more
beyond my age -
and my hormones rage.
Copyright © Perry McDaid | Year Posted 2014