Her denim shorts are cut so high that an inch or so of her butt is showing. It's one of those round bottoms, a pleasure to view now she is twenty one, firm and ripe, it will be vast and dimpled when she is forty one.
Hey, I don't make the genetic rules, I'm just reporting the facts as I see them.
She is right to show that tush off while it is at it's best, a fresh pie to be enjoyed fully and now. She turns and smiles at me, knows full well the effect her wardrobe is creating as she walks away. There is no pretence here, the girl has a marvellous bottom, she is enjoying every youthful minute of it.
It's Friday night, she is drinking wine from the bottle, sharing it with her friend, the girls are out to play. They are free and independent and happy, gossiping about their friend's relationships, who are fuck buddies, who might be in love. They are working out what they want, what feels right for them. Their minds are open to all the possibilities, they are letting it all hang out and seeing where it leads them.
Bless them both, their youth, their excitement, their slightly drunk chatter, their showing off, their exuberance. Bless them as they step off the tram, waving, smiling, thanking me for the directions, enjoying my attention even though they are in search of much younger men this evening.
I watch those denim shorts, the wonder they contain, cutting their way through the city crowd, causing smiles and joyous trouble. I'm glad we met, girls like these make the world go around.