every inch of his manhood

black coffee

a broken female body to lay bare in the rain,
witness by none other but a ordinary man
a man who gets the simplest pleasure from a cup of black coffee.
he's a man, what can he do?
the female body is viewed as a toy to him.
his mother was a hard women who would be describe in the terms of a femme fatale.
his dad, on the other hand, non-existent.
the wet body had no reason or meaning to anything.
the body exposed at the purest of womanly states, rib cage on show like a parade.
as a man does, we looked, and walked away.
although he often thought about redoing this moment, he still didn't.
resentment will grow against his ageing black coffee body just like hers.