"Peeking"

You!
Blond boy...
By the door.
Dirty sweat shirt
And joggers.
Bet you don't know
What's going through
My dirty mind
As you stand there
Texting...
With your hand
Down your strides.
Do you know
How to kill
A poem?
Just get off 
At hassocks
As that fucker did.
The dream is over!

Dulwich Bloke 26th September 2015

(Just me...admiring a good looking young bloke on the train home!)