a pavement café

and I am just finishing a long cool drink on this hot dusty day
when she appears
and sits where I can see her but she can't see me
and immediately I know this is fantasy hard-on material
or could be...

anyway it's another drink for me now, you bet,
can't leave, not just yet;

the waiter come and goes and comes again and goes again with her drink, my drink

I study her: pretty bare toes, legs a bit suntanned,
and her slim arms, slim legs,
little tits under that nice flowery dress
and she reaches out her fine hand and picks up her drink for that first sip
and with the other hand hitches up her skirt a bit (because it's hot, remember),
and halfway up her right thigh is a bruise, bluish against her light brown skin,
and it's so lovely
and now she holds my heart in her hand
and now I don't even know what's real here
and the universe flips a bit
but I do know that if I could just rest my aching erection against the bruise on her thigh
even for just a moment my life would be complete

maybe even for a minute or two

before the cops arrive