Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Sidmouth was obsessed with sex not the once
In a while or every day one up
One down straightforward kind not the textbook
Find it anyplace sort or the kind to

Be sold or bought but the kinky out of
The ordinary kind of sex the kind
That left most whores in the dark and they had
Knowledge of most kinds even if they’d not

Practiced them either by choice or lack of
Demand but Sidmouth was obsessed with his
Kind of sex the sort that filled his mind night
And day the sort that occupied him while

At work watching the girls passing by or
Sitting at their desks with their legs crossed or
Not or just sitting on the train on his
Way to the office staring at women

Nearby or opposite letting his eyes
Follow the outline of their legs and thighs
Beneath skirts or dresses or slacks and him
Gazing into their eyes studying their

Lips watching the hands and fingers holding
Books or bags or magazines and all the
Time imagining his kind of sex how
It would go with this one or that one the

Skinny or fat or plump or black or white
All steamed up through the night and playing the
Games he loved and the sex he knew and him
Wondering if he just stepped over the

Line that separated him from them
The girls and women the tall and short or
Big or small and whether they’d go for his
Kinky kind of sex or play games at all.

Dadio--way to go, your story-telling's great, ya know?

The yarns you sew are varied, though I love them and the fruit they grow.

Thank you, Joel.