He walks by
and I trail him
with my eyes;

A glance at the shoulders-
his cat-like,
panther like stance.

And when he moves
he flows.
he flows.

My god
he flows across the room.

His waist is
my next eye-roving
stopping point;

but there
is just the tease;

because my real destination
are the haunches
his eye-pleasing behind.

Two mounds
melon-sized
barely contained
in those jeans,

I can see them
pout
right and left
just so slightly
moving
when he is moving
away from me.

I can't
every time
not think
of them.


I still thrill at my husbands
going away from me look;
that delicious look
from behind.

Lonnie Hicks

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-away-from-me-2/