Yearning
Asleep, his dreams are vivid of this girl, who dances nude
Awake, the image of her without clothes, enhances yearning
She passes by him, in five inch heels, her gyrating hips, his fancy
He turns to greet her, in a split second, that chance, a yearning
At the end of a long day; “Happy Hour” at hand, he glances at his Timex
He now knows he’s a stalker, but who cares, he's in a trance, yearning
As she steps off the elevator, he sucks in his breath, and prances
Passing by, she looks right through him, which only advances yearning
She stops at the traffic light; it’s just turned red, she's sporting proud stances
Should he approach her? Will she befriend him? Then he thinks of his finances, yearning
~*~
A collaboration with Audrey Carey
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