Neurotic Consent
A fellow from the garden shop stopped by to spray my flower pots.
He was strong and well formed from head to toe.
His eyes glowed with power like propriety’s foe.
I stood by his shoulder as he held the hose,
That gently sprayed my garden’s prize rose.
A breeze blew by and fondled my skirt as I almost fell down in the moistened dirt.
Embarrassed I turned quickly to go inside,
Ironically I tripped causing both him and I to collide.
Landing on the muddy ground his muscular arms had me tightly bound.
He softly kissed my quivering lips and rubbed my maternally blossoming hips.
I wanted to scream because I knew it was wrong but instead I began whispering the words of a song.
The song had a tender and compliant beat that made me forget his body’s heat.
I put the incident out of my mind and left my guilt to follow behind.
Marilyn