We older guys down at the tennis courts
Sometimes play, but mostly come to watch girls
(Wearing halter tops and skirts way too short)
Enchant the worst among us into churls.
Two or three unruly souls just ogle
Waiting for their chance, looking to embrace,
They peer with lust, predatory eagles,
And plan to place themselves face to chic face.
The other day one of them sprinted by
Determined to meet Paula, claim his hug;
Not one of those demure hip slants to side—
He forced full pelvic press (poor Paula—ugh!).
Though pleasure gleamed, desire all a-whet,
Deep down he knew that hug was all he’d get.
(6/29/13)