The Shady Tree

The tree that overhangs my sitting place is green and leafy
Its full branches wrestle the lightly blowing wind
Noise surrounds my silent self who sits alone, un-bothered
My long unseasonable jacket ruffles as it to has its way in the wind
My mind does not wander nor does it brood on any particular thought
My brain, a labyrinth of gray, keeps a small monster locked inside
Suddenly it sees a chance to make its presence known
My eyes find a lovely young creature crunching down the gravel path
Suddenly my body fades out of plausible reality and my darker half has control
She is beauty, young, fresh, virginal, and so wonderfully sweet
He hair is loose and free, golden like the sun that has bronzed her skin
Her neck is slender and smooth
It does not protest as my eyes follow it to the plunge of her half-exposed breasts
Her breasts like soft rolling hills
They are taut and firm, untouched by the malicious hand of age and gravity
Her white shirt clings to her long torso stopping just above her tight belly
I love it when they wear white
It makes them appear that much cleaner, innocent
In this instant she lives only for me
My shadow whispers and chides me to take her
she could be mine
I could teach her lust
Her legs teach me desire
I want them to carry her to me
They are muscled and smooth
I follow her legs from the top of her simple white socks
White socks
How cute
How desperately innocent
It is funny to me
She doesn't understand the characature she draws of herself
Her calves are nicely rounded
They bring me images
Rolling sun drenched prairies
She must have skipped along in one
At least one time
Her thighs tear my eyes ever upward
They ripple and shine from her light jog
But my ocular trek along her legs is stopped
The yellow hem on a pair of dark blue running shorts
I can see, with the way it clings, the crotch of her shorts shares my desire
I smile as I see they continue along with me
The shorts and I,
We both want her firm well-shaped ass
I wonder if she wears a sexy pair of panties beneath her shorts
I imagine she does
It would suit her so well
She tries to remain clean and healthy, when deep inside she hides her own dark monster
Her long steps lead her away from me and my dark one will return again to its proper place
The blond jogger that ran past my shady tree will come to me now
She will be with me forever in the dark