Miss Billings was chatting
to one of the customers
leaning on the black
counter top

with her elbows
her chin placed
between open palms
her blonde hair

and spectacled eyes
gave her the poor man’s
Monroe look
you stood behind her

leaning your back
against the wall
hands in the pockets
of your white overalls

and what’s going to win
the 3.30?
she asked
the horse in front

the guy said
she just stared
does a horse with *****
run slower

than a horse without?
she asked
never given it
much thought

he said
she raised an eyebrow
all I know is
I like a young filly

he said
giving her a gaze
you would
she said  

I guess you’d like a mare?
he said
she stood up
and stretched

her arms in the air
I’d rather ride my motorbike
than a horse any day
she said

you studied her
standing there
her blonde tied back hair
her red stockings

and white ankle boots
her curves and ***
the bulge against
her red knitted top

of her *******
and she rides it good
you said
to the guy opposite

I bet she does
he said laughing
he knows ****
she said

giving you her stare
I ride as I’ve always ridden
hard and fast
the best way

he said
you wondered if she would
ever give you a break
and smile or say

something nice
but she had the ability
to freeze you out
like a block of ice

even though
you dreamed of her
at night
**** naked in your bed

playing games
inside your head.