by Julius
copyright January 2006
Harold sat on the bench, watching, waiting.
She came, bringing him those bobbing breasts in their overstressed sports bra. Lovely she was, lean and lovely.
Her "Hi there!" lit his world.
His old eyes sparkled their hellos.
He breathed her perfume, her sweat.
Her perfect, tight buttocks receded. He'd missed his pussy-ward glance. Damn!
The pony tail flicked, counterpoint to her ass.
A dog walker found him next morning and called an ambulance.
They loaded him and drove away, siren unneeded.
They passed the jogger, "God, the tits on that!"
Behind them Harold smiled his smile, in his forever dream.
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