out walking

you felt my presence
turned around
and saw me smiling
and then you smiled,

ahh, but you don't know
why do you, my would-be friend?
see, I've been walking behind you
for a while and I was thinking to myself
why on earth do men wear jeans that
are 5 sizes too big, I mean if you've got
a bum, a woman needs to see it, to imagine
holding you close to her, in the act,
so to speak.

besides

you're of that certain generation, and
*sagging it* just doesn't cut it, if ya wanna
get to first base with a brown-eyed dark-
haired lady who by all indications, is free
to lay her wavy tresses on your pillow,
and for further clarification
should we ever make good company, your wafts of
smoke deny her once again, but oh, a
pipe or Cuban cigar,
after the fact,
(so to speak)

our flesh
will be like strawberry blossoms steeped
in cognac, swirling around
us.