jerry hughes - VOYEUR?

I saw an old chap
standing under a stairwell
gazing up at mini-skirted girls
walking up, or down.

Not every girl mind,
mainly those with long slim legs
and neat tight bums.
Oh yes, he was discriminating,
a connoisseur, one might say

Of the female form
from the ankle to buttocks.
Occasionally he'd sigh,
close his eyes, and wet his lips.

He wasn't doing any harm.
Just an old man paying tribute
to girls who didn't know, much
less cared that Eros existed.

jerry hughes

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