the Glass/ Wooden Door

in life you get 2 doors
the wood door and the glass door.
wood door you can't see through
so whatever is happening on that side,
nobody on the outside knows.
there's a bit of mystery behind the wooden door
a bit of suspense
like a long pair of running
ladies legs
mystery to whats under the skirt
when we all know whats under there
just another cunt hiding
like the cunt of your wife
the cunt of your lady
or the cunt of your girlfriend
no surprise.
but suspense builds nonetheless
and every inch
is a mystery
wrapped in a dense
cloth.
but we still suspend
in that small moment
as she walks out the door
and the sunlight hits that lower body
in such a way
that it makes your imagination
run wild
wild over so many hills.
the glass door is no mystery.
the glass door lets you see what they are doing.
all secrets are revealed,
there's not sense of discovery
no
non
fiction
it's all out there
swinging in the open
like a mans balls swinging
in the winter winds.
theres a difference there
to where the women with short,
see through skirts,
and the women
with knee high
dense
cloth.
i dig the suspense.
i dig the build up
i dig the wanting.
that's what makes life worth living.
seeing just  a bit
of a whole piece
that makes you wonder
when you really know what is
up there.
you look up a leg
and end at the same place.
it's food.
it's mystery.
it's playing clue.
you know.
but you still are along for the ride
still along for the long pulling sensation
that drives a man wild
and makes him want to maul you
to the bone.
and that's what makes life worth living
is what you don't see.
the piece that ain't there
the infatuation.
wishing
that
that one
would sit on your face
and imagining the moans
the griding of her
private parts
in your face.
her naked body
walking slowly
from the bed
into the bathroom doorway.
a small piece of living
breathing art
that nobody but
you
can understand.
her
walking softy
hearing the floor creaking
with your eyes closed.
and you
imagining
what that all looks like.
the all,
encompassing
power
of
his brain
of you.