DREAM LOVER. (STRONG LANGUAGE)

[dadio]

Cadwell likes to watch the women passing
By as he drinks his coffee likes to guess
Their age their secret desires how much they
Like to fuck and now and then as they pass

Through the doors of the cafe and take a
Seat nearby he lets his eyes sweep over
Them taking in each aspect of their hair
And eyes and body wondering what is

On their minds as they sit there wondering
If the guy with them is just a jerk or
Maybe a pretty good lover and so
Sitting back in the chair he looks at their

Features the nose the lips and how they part
Slightly and how the tongue licks the corner
Of the mouth and the one in the corner
The dame with the blue dress and blonde hair he

Likes how she breaks up her croissant and puts
A small piece into her mouth and watches
And wonders how she is in bed whether
She’s a rocker or one of those dames who

Just lies there and takes whatever comes with
No passion or desire other than
To get it over with and go to sleep
And the other dame the one by the door

The one with the schmuck gazing at her all
Lovey dovey he likes how her chin rests
On her folded hands the small dimple the
Small blue eyes and deep red lipstick lips

Parting to speak he sits and imagines
Her beside him in bed her breasts like plump
Piglets waiting for the trough and his hands
About her waist drawing her closer to

Him his lips touching hers the eyes closing
The scent on the air then he wakes alone
In his fusty bed and there’s no one there.

[snowman]

reminds me of a gumshoe narrative
write on
snowman

[dadio]

thank you Snowman.