Short-haired, blonde.
Nerdy cute, not quite 11.
Neither over-sized nor slender.
Body thickness perfect.
Shortest denim shorts.
Long bare beautiful legs.

Purloined furtive glimpses
Whenever past she walked.
Temptation rudely prodded
To turn and linger.
Yet wisely reconsidered.

Not the sort of gaze
A young lass would desire
From an old bearded man.

All that now remains
Are vivid recalled moments
Of overwhelming beauty
Eyes eager wanted more.
Grateful to bear witness.