My Addiction

I know what
you think it is.
But You are wrong.
My Addiction
is not wine, or Coffee.
Although those
2 things I adore.
My True Addiction
is Men.
Love them.
Their walk,
Their smell.
Voice and being.
I Love old and
young and will
talk to any man
I see just to
talk to them.
Talking is what I
love best.
As I ask them
about themselves
their eyes light up.
That's the moment.
Right there.
I get out of bed
this morning.
Take the dog out.
I need coffee to help
me open my eyes.
I walk across the street
to get the paper.
The paper guy is just
getting
to my box.
Older man.
Sorry bout your paper
Ma'am. running late.
he says.
That's OK. Whats cooking
in the news this morning?
I ask as I am taking
the paper from him.
As he starts to speak
that spark, that smile.
He seems so happy
that someone is
chatting to him.
He goes on chatting.
About the landing
of the space shuttle
at Dulles Airport.
Standing out in the road
in my PJ's.
He looks down.
I like your shorts..
What are on those?
He asks.
Bowling balls, I reply
little bowling balls.
Cute..I love  balls.
He smiles.
Now that's the part
I am addicted to..
The flirt.
I smile and walk
away...I bet you do.
I smile...We both laugh
and smile. Who needs
coffee?
That flirt of a man..
little and harmless
warms me and makes
me smile...
Good Morning.!!