Strolling down the street today,
The warmest day this month of May,
I observe a woman, tall and slender.
The stares of men could never bend her.

A pillar of femininity, so utterly carefree,
She ignores the turning heads, and, me,
I smile and think, “Perfect. Perfect!”
And at once I stand erect.

My heart is pounding, my limbs quiver,
And down my spine I sense a shiver.
Sweat is running down my back,
The pressure mounting, within me shouting
That the dam’s about to crack.

Thrilled, enthralled; I’m throbbing, thrusting,
My skin now well beyond combusting.
She’s closer now, a few steps away,
This warmest day this month of May.
I sense the climax drawing near,
And at once I’m filled with fear.

I can’t hold on much longer now.
I want the release now anyhow.

And in a blink I seize the chance,
As though I’m in some kind of trance,
And reach deep down into my pants,
Grab hold of and pull out my lance.

A geyser forms, a springtime shower
Trembling now, I no longer cower.
It’s overflowing. I can’t help but purr.
The cascade now envelops all of her.

But she does not bend at all,
Walks through the mist, still proud and tall,
As, satisfied, I turn my head and smile,
Dream of her and smoke on a while.