four heels leaving a bar

they clearly enjoy each others company
i like the way they laugh  
   
giggles like popcorn tease unknowingly  
raining upon my unseen face  
drenched in the corner with wishes  
wanting to see what it is like inside their lair  
what casual looks like for such magnets  
such beauty that glue eyes  
stretched and reaching from passing sockets    
trying not to be noticed  
glances filled with involuntary need  
they walk through crowds and part seas of minds  
red carpets of polite, silent begging  
mumbles hidden in whispers 
that can hardly bear the woven hands you leave with  
   
in lonely rooms they scamper to  
they dream again and again  
of what tv shows you watch  
rubbing calves from opposites ends  
of a long and comfy couch  
innocent of a chorus rising across an ever growing population  
of all who have ever seen you  
   
and before evening’s end  
they share a lipstick  
bright red and taunting  
so lips like paintbrushes  
can leave their stains  
across their luscious bodies  
decorating skin  
like vampires through the night  
as heels and skirts pile high  
in mounds of silent disregard  
to the echo of fapping far and wide