She walks past my door
8 am every day.
In her jogging pants.

I first noticed her
on my morning power walk.
A tall slim woman.

The cut of those pants
draws my eyes to hips that sway.
A beckoning bum.

My heart rate quickens
as her pace outstrips my stride.
And edges ahead.

Does she even know
my eyes are glued to her arse?
Intoxicating.

What I’d give to sink
my face between those plump cheeks.
Again tomorrow?