Feeling Like Jimmy Stweart

Bus pulls in at late night bus stop I gaze at the face gazing back at my face from the darkness my reflection appears to be crying but it's only rain! |I haven't got a clue where I am the bus trembles as it waits for passengers to mount idily I glance about thinking of...nothing look up to see her framed in a window pretty as a picture whip off her blouse & bra with complete & utter abandon and with unmistaken lust & laughter visible even from here throw herself upon with wild & flashing hair an unseen lover I gaze in wonder leaving me feeling a litttle like Jimmy Stweart in Hitchcock's REAR WINDOW!