Just A Perve?
She sat near the window, 'twas only a glance,
As I walked to the station a glimpse to perchance.
So naked, so perfect, I was duly shocked,
Expecting none like it, my daydreaming knocked.
Her breasts were so perfect, but then it was passed.
Had I seen what I'd seen? It had happened so fast.
I wavered some moments, ten steps and a stride,
As I dillied and wondered if my eyes had lied.
I stopped. Should I go back? Did I have the nerve?
Then I walked on quite certain I'd not be a perve.
But oh what delight I might have beheld.
I'll now never know if my mind and eyes meld.
Copyright Terry Martin, March 2005