I see you :)

I didnt pay too much attention the first few times I saw it. You pulling up in your white Honda, parking in front of my house and meeting the man you meet 2 or 3 times a week. It wasnt until I saw you and your family in the market I started to let my imagination take hold.
You are thirty-ish. An attractive blonde. Not a bad body. Too thin for my liking to be sure.  Your husband, however, a 40 year old mountain of a man, biker through and through. I am taken with his tear  tat on his cheek and I am pretty sure the 88 on his hand stands for HH. I could be wrong though. he could be the local president of the Martin Luther King parade. But I'm not wrong.
So 2 or 3 times a week, you park your car at my house, and drive away with the biggest meanest looking black man I have ever seen. His fist is the size of my entire head.
 Damn I am so fucking jealous! I wouldn't be able to pick either. Maybe go with the one less likely to kill you when the shit hits the fan? Grrrr