girls in pantyhose

schoolgirls in pantyhose

sitting on bus stop benches

looking tired at 13

with their raspberry lipstick.

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 car

peering at their warm legs.

their eyes look

away--

they've been warned

about ruthless and horny old

studs; they're just not going

to give it away like that.

and yet it's dull

waiting out the minutes on

the bench and the years at

home, and books they

carry are dull, and even

the ruthless, horny old studs

are dull.

the girls in pantyhose wait,

they await the proper time and

moment, and then they will move

and then they will conquer.

I drive around in my car

peeking up their legs

pleased that I will never be

part of their heaven and

their hell. but that scarlet

lipstick on those sad waiting

mouths! it would be nice to

kiss each of them once, fully,

then give them back.

but the bus will

get them first.