He walks by <br />and I trail him <br />with my eyes; <br /> <br />A glance at the shoulders- <br />his cat-like, <br />panther like stance. <br /> <br />And when he moves <br />he flows. <br />he flows. <br /> <br />My god <br />he flows across the room. <br /> <br />His waist is <br />my next eye-roving <br />stopping point; <br /> <br />but there <br />is just the tease; <br /> <br />because my real destination <br />are the haunches <br />his eye-pleasing behind. <br /> <br />Two mounds <br />melon-sized <br />barely contained <br />in those jeans, <br /> <br />I can see them <br />pout <br />right and left <br />just so slightly <br />moving <br />when he is moving <br />away from me. <br /> <br />I can't <br />every time <br />not think <br />of them. <br /> <br /> <br />I still thrill at my husbands <br />going away from me look; <br />that delicious look <br />from behind.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-away-from-me-2/
