Poem # 69 The woman in black stockings ( or is it pantyhose?)

There is a beautiful woman in black stockings (or is it pantyhose?) sitting on the bus stop bench looking tired at middle age with her raspberry lips. It's hot in the sun and the day at school has been dull, and going home is dull, and I drive by in my van peering at her warm legs ( through one way mirror sunglasses) her eyes look away - shes been warned about ruthless and horny men; she's not going to give it away like that, and yet it's dull waiting out the minutes at the bus stop, and the years at home, and the book that she carries is dull, and the food that she eats is dull, and even the ruthless and horny men are dull. The beautiful woman in black stockings (or is it pantyhose) waits She awaits the proper time and moment, and then she will move and then she will conquer. I drive around the block in my van peeking at her legs pleased that I will never be part of her heaven and her hell, but that scarlet lipstick on her sad waiting mouth! It would be nice to kiss her once, fully,and then give her back, but the bus will get her first.