A Night On The Town
Nubile young things, bob and strut all around. Midriffs left bare Loose covered breasts abound.
I observe; A dirty old man.
Yet, some return that gaze, wondering who I am.
My father, my man, my lover, I am.
Soft flesh, smooth curves, youthful exuberance witnessed, all around.
A pleasant distraction, no more. Giddy young women, not one of them a whore
This youthful dance, a prance left me behind by years, the beat of the music, so reminiscent of more.
To be young, foolish, and dare. How can I intrude, me, with so many years to spare.
Yet I marvel at their youth, admire alabaster arms, so slim, so there.
Innocent smiles, not knowing what is exchanged, in a stare.
I am their father, yet tonight, I went there.
© Dave Lawson, 2000