The options were many

A few girls of my age

But I lusted for my landlady

I was the only male tenant

I did have the looks

One was dying to seduce

Even though I ignored her overtures

For I desired my landlady

She was fine wine

Amongst bottles of beers

Whenever I spoke to her

I made a mockery of myself

By stammering

Her aura was intimidating

Her sensuality, captivating

My eyes lingered over her seasoned breasts

My heart wanted to caress her curvy waist

And those cascading tresses

Like midnight they enveloped my being

Sometimes I ended up checking her WhatsApp dp

Was she aware of my feelings

Maybe...

She burnt me like none other

How I wish to feel her once

Before I vacate her setting.

©LR