Yearning

Asleep, his dreams are vivid of this girl, who dances nude Awake, the image of her without clothes, enhances yearning She passes by him, in five inch heels, her gyrating hips, his fancy He turns to greet her, in a split second, that chance, a yearning At the end of a long day; “Happy Hour” at hand, he glances at his Timex He now knows he’s a stalker, but who cares, he's in a trance, yearning As she steps off the elevator, he sucks in his breath, and prances Passing by, she looks right through him, which only advances yearning She stops at the traffic light; it’s just turned red, she's sporting proud stances Should he approach her? Will she befriend him? Then he thinks of his finances, yearning ~*~ A collaboration with Audrey Carey