Yoga

It was crowded in the coffee shop;  
She offered to share her table.  
   
Sipping coffee,  
She ask about my day.  
   
I'd just had a laser treatment,  
To lighten the redness,  
Marking where I'd had,  
A skin cancer removed.  
   
That didn't seem like the way,  
To answer her question,  
Until,  
She smiled,  
Ask me to talk about,  
The mark on my forehead.  
   
She said,  
She had one,  
Just like it,  
On the back of her left hand,  
And,  
Showed it to me.  
   
We chatted.  
   
It felt good,  
Talking to someone,  
Who understood.  
   
I ask her,  
How long she'd been involved,  
With yoga;  
I nodded at her rolled up,  
Yoga mat.  
   
She smiled,  
said,  
"Years."  
   
I ask her about poses,  
(I knew very little),  
Hoping to extend the moment.  
   
As we finished our coffee,  
I ask her,  
"What's your favorite pose?"  
   
She answered,  
That it was a variation,  
Of,  
Downward Facing Dog.  
   
As we were leaving the shop,  
I ask her;  
What about it,  
Made it her favorite.  
   
(Not having the slightest idea,  
What that pose was.)  
   
She stopped,  
Looked at me,  
Pressed her lips together,  
Sort of --  
Frowning;  
Then smiled,  
"I'd need to show you."  
   
I nodded,  
Figuring the moment was ending --  
In my mind,  
I was planning.  
My route home,  
In the mid-morning traffic.  
   
She put her hand on my arm,  
Said,  
"I meant --  
I'd like to show you,  
If you have time?"  
   
I nodded,  
She lead across the street,  
To a yoga studio,  
Unlocked the door,  
And,  
Locked it again,  
Behind me,  
Said,  
"Next class is at 11:00;  
Plenty of time."  
   
She crossed the entry room,  
Into a studio room,  
Behind it;  
I followed her.  
   
She looked at me,  
Turned her back to me,  
Parted her legs,  
Maybe,  
Two feet or so,  
Keeping her legs stiff,  
She bent forward,  
Away from me,  
And placed her hands,  
Palms down,  
On the floor,  
In front of her.  
   
The view,  
Of,  
Her well toned,  
Nicely rounded,  
Ass;  
Of,  
Her perfectly outlined,  
Deliciously shaped,  
Pussy lips;  
Both on displace,  
Through her,  
Tightly stretched,  
Nearly see-through,  
Yoga pants --  
Was,  
Wonderful.  
   
How wonderful?  
   
As she stood,  
And turned to me,  
She noticed,  
Exactly,  
How wonderful,  
I found the view --  
Clearly outlined,  
In the front of my pants.  
   
She smiled at me,  
Grinned,  
Licked her lips.  
   
I swallowed,  
Cleared my throat,  
Nodded --  
Which was all,  
I could do.  
   
In a slow,  
Thoroughly erotic,  
Single motion,  
She wiggled out of her pants;  
Said,  
One word,  
"Yours?"  
   
I fumbled,  
With my belt,  
Struggled,  
With my button fly --  
But managed,  
As she pealed off her shirt,  
(No bra),  
To be as totally bare as she was,  
At the same moment she was.  
   
She licked her lips,  
At the sight I presented,  
Grinned at me,  
And said,  
"Now,  
You will understand,  
Why I like the pose."  
   
And,  
Again,  
Turned her back to me,  
Again,  
Parted her legs,  
Maybe,  
Two feet or so,  
Keeping them stiff,  
Again,  
Bent forward,  
Away from me,  
And,  
Again,  
Placed her hands,  
Palms down,  
On the floor,  
In front of her.  
   
I had thought the view before,  
Was wonderful --  
It was nothing,  
Absolutely nothing,  
Like the view,  
Now before me.  
   
She looked back at me,  
From between her legs,  
Smiled,  
Said,  
"Well?"  
   
As I stepped forward,  
I answered,  
"I really,  
Really,  
Like that pose."