Elaborate D?colletage

well
of course
you would

slide
  across
    my
      view

you two
so close
together

secrets
carefully
tucked in
out of sight

but so bare
so only barely
hidden

and
of course
my eyes

would
  slide
    with
      you

uninvited
unable to
control

and
of course
that challenge

the icy voice

    "Just what are you looking at?"

and the answer...

    "Tits. Yours.
    Got a problem with that?
    Then don't open
    a fucking show-case."

...that I dare not say

instead
my hypnotized eyes
travel
the incredibly
long path from
bottom hem
along luscious
valley, smooth
silky fields,
climb the arch
of neck
linger on those
soft, pursed
strawberry lips

almost
up
to eyes

but break away
dare not
confront

so
of course
with a mumbled
apology I sink

slide
  out
    of
      frame

with you two
etched in memory

I'll think of her
and of you two
by and by

fondly?
well of course