Sitting at the Table with Her Parents

Sitting inside Thai Thai Kitchen Enjoying a quiet conversation She is savoring a spicy hot green curry A burning, yet scrumptious treat With a side of tasty, crunchy rolls A beautiful Indian porcelain doll Her face is gentle and bright Her figure---quite stunning She’s got the curves, and she’s got the height A dazzling smile sweep across her face And brightens up his dull summer day

Hiding behind the milky-white glass wall He secretly stares He moves back and forth Between the stove and the door Each time, Secretly, quietly, sneaking a peak Like a cheetah ready to pounce He is lurking in the shadows Mentally savoring his desired prey The kitchenware is his meadow The pots and pans cloak his presence While stir-frying the next order, he glances back Hoping to catch her eyes He gawks at her breasts Drooling over her luscious body Trying to hide his big fat pot belly

I look at him quizzically He lifts his eye brows To show intense interest Signaling his chosen prey Smirking at him in disgust, I return to work Embarrassed, he silently walks away