The runner

stopped to sit with me...

Sat beneath

the drifting leaves...

With sweaty brows

& smiling face...

With skin tight shorts

& just a trace

of perspiration on upper lip...

The runner

chose to make a quip...

I laughed & offered him

a sip

of the bottled water held in my hand...

He drank it & then

began to stand...

His crotch now level

with my eyes...

Yellow mesh shorts

clung to thighs

of runner as he smiled at this...

Bent to thank me

with a kiss

I did not refuse or at all expect...

He turned to go -

though he was erect...

But his smile stayed with me

long after that day -

Why must all the hot guys

(who's shorts cling to their thighs)

smile at me & then run away?