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I watched a woman walk toward the coffee shop

where I sat behind

one way

glass …

…..

I thought I was protected from visual insult

so I let my eyes wander to her

breasts …

…..

Despite the one way membrane separating us

she must have sensed my lewd

impropriety …

…..

She moved her blouse to conceal her cleavage

seemingly irritated by some invisible force

that had invaded her

space …

…..

I often ponder the innate gift

that women seem to have for

reading the thoughts of

men …

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