Freaks

Nipples through a tight tee no longer make me horny.

Am I getting old? You betcha.
The sight of the suggestive no longer suggests.
If you're going to show me something, just show it for free.

Otherwise, it's all freakshow to me.
File today's midriffs with yesterday's Wonderbras and
the rolled up tees of eons ago,
each in mothballs for a
future fashion comeback.

Calculating love and how to elicit it
seems pretty hard to do;
whereas a low-dangling cross on the chest,
a look then a look-away, then a look out of the corner of your eye,
an elbow-touch in mid-conversation (mingling words with touch),
a glance away as the other person glances at you -
breathe deeply and watch the social dance.

Freaks have a special place in my world.
Just use yourself and let me watch.