You're standing there with your back turned to me,

Letting everything hanging out for me to see,

I glance over the colours and designs,

as everything catches my eye.

Curiosity gets the better of me,

And my knees are growing a little bit weak.

I smile at myself as I let my mind wander,

To the things that my eyes are lusting after.

Don't be so naughty,

I tell myself slowly,

And quickly look away from his glory.

I just can't help it and I have to look back,

And grow disappointed as I steadily watch,

The young man changing put his clothes back on the rack.

The store is quiet and I hang my head low,

Missing already what I had been shown,

I steadily walked out of the clothing store.



The End

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