Face Fuck Book # 12-- Patty O’Brien

Face Fuck Book # 12-- Patty O’Brien

Single still?
Once my next-door neighbor
Engaged to the high school thug
An Italian capo wannabe
       used to steal my knitted red winter cap
       throw it in the snow sloshed dirty street
       called me, “Santa’s little helper”
I just smiled, was but a child
       what could I do?
But watch for you in your window
With a black cloth over my head
A spyglass to my eye
Then that night
       you came home
Disrobed and stood nude before me
I was but 50 feet away
You were my first naked women
       a beauty
Large full breasts, no sag
       large areolas
       golden hair
       flawless face
       ass to die for
I was but a child
You were older
Already indoctrinated
It was obvious from the way
       you strutted in the door
Next you were married
Right after graduation
The thug failed at business
Ended up a route salesman
Two kids
In time the thug
       not so tough in the life's brew
       turned and beat you too
Divorce
That was my chance
To see you again as you were then
But our paths were too diverse
        separated by continents
In my mind’s eye
I can still see you as you were
Throwing your white brassiere down
Your tanned full breasts moving around                
        as you as you walked
        up and down the hall
        proud and tall
When I met you last
       you’d became your mother
Your radiant beauty
       life had pealed away
       like layers of an onion
       your breasts, your ass
       the days had passed
       your face aged cruelly
But you are still my spyglass beauty