The Filthy Rich Woman Flirting In The Escalator

she met him
at the escalator
they did not talk
but their eyes
were laughing
taunting
for more of this
mutual understanding

there is no
need for elaboration
for what both
people know

there was a certain
intimacy in their
silence
not unusual for this
filth

this way of loving
only in the mind

with a stranger
she looked down
not at the floor
somewhere between
the ceiling and
his shoes

between his legs
i supposed

there is a short
lapse

and they cannot
forget it

that crisp crunch
a steady thump
sweet stud
a thud.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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