awaiting luscious

the waiting is what is
time wrapped in candy
the isolation of her silence
taunted by her blonde streaked hair
and spaghetti straps
a casual side view
hardly a glance toward the sore blinkless eyes that peer and strain at her beauty
it is hard to admit the animal reaction one has to see such a short cut shirt
her belly winking its button
hardly silent on the eyes

pixel clarity's promise of greater futures if generosity prevails
tames not the sight of her enough to cause trauma
trumped only by the ease at which she hits invite to her beam...
it all makes the lung's job harder

-poetrician