Walking to my Job

Acrostic sonnet about coming across a beautiful gal who was exercising while on the way to work.

Walking to work alone by the window I saw
A woman exercising in internal light
Less likely she noticed folding her arms to her bra
Killed any hope she may have continued that sight.
Instead of pulling the shades that would cut her from view
Not to mention lend her the privacy coveted by most
Giggling she let her arms fall besides too
Then she smiled at me as if to boast
Of something I was sure I understood
More perhaps than I could have wanted
Yet married to death and feeling I should be good
Just because I loved the good life we flaunted
Overcome with guilt I just sauntered away
But you know, I hoped to spite myself it would be one day.