I fantasize heavily about the female librarian.
.
She’s about 70 years old,
If you can believe it,
Fosterer of an adorable,
Slender figure featuring
Unbelievably pointy breasts,
Small, pretty hands, etc.,
And a friendly personality,
Which doesn’t hurt.
.
We’ve had some pleasant interactions
And so I fantasize about
Getting her into a hotel room for two hours.
.
Sometimes, I think, she’s married. So I shouldn’t.
.
Other times it’s just full speed ahead.
.
Eventually, football season ends,
The sun comes out,
The temperature skyrockets over 25 and
College baseball season looms imminent.
.
And I don’t need the librarian.
.
I am disinclined to sleep with a married woman,
I float on from moment to moment
Just breathing in the new motif around me,
I savor the beauty of life and
Only A.I. could soundtrack a feeling this good.