Hilary's Ass

Years of pining and not
a bristle or cone to show
for it. But that's how it
goes, timid in youth, late
in opportunity.

No denying I watch her
Waiting for the slightest
peak of flesh. Maybe
she won't notice me
notice the lace emerging
from the waistline of her
jeans. It's always sexier
the more she wears.
That is, until she wears
nothing.

A firm grip, right in my
palm and right at the base
of her bottom. Where leg
meets back. My favorite
curves of all her lovely
body. A grip of course
with my eyes, for although
there is much looking
there will almost certainly
be no touching.

Swing Shift Part 2

Zoned out again

My eyes notice her back pockets
Specifically that she has none
Smooth curves all the way down
That was third time I had noticed
In the span of half an hour
Not a line or stitch in sight

Distracted, I'm a target of elderly
ire. A gentleman waiting at first
patiently, has caught me in the act

Little does he know how little
I care, about the work I do
at the store. He can shout all
day but at the end of the conflict
I'll be on my fourth observation.

Swing Shift

This one's for Austyn

Swing Shift

Screaming babies bother
retirees looking for a quiet lunch
I am the monkey at the register
slapping at the flashing screen
Hours are slow on the clock
And pay is barely compensation
But there's gold afoot tonight

Our shifts that scarcely overlap
Have thrown me a cosmic bone
Vigilant at the hosting station
She waits for guests to arrive
My eyes are quick to find hers
And at once we share a thought
With her thumb and index finger
She puts a gun against her head
I reply with an emphatic nod
As we share this brief moment