By Morris Dean
“Stately?” she quizzed my comment on her walk,
her high-heeled shoes exalting shapely limbs
displayed in tights that summoned men to gawk
and sing out something not for churchly hymns.
Our eyes had met and I had winked a smile
to signal my pleasure in compliment.
And her smile back had shown there might be guile
in dressing so. I answered: “Elegant.”
And gaining courage from her smiling eyes,
I said, “Not to mention sexy,” and laughed.
She did too, now the air was clear of lies.
She seemed happy her arts of wardrobe craft
had even attracted an older guy’s
attention – yeah! – and that for me was prize.
|Copyright © 2015 by Morris Dean|