Friday, February 3, 2012


The object of a man’s affection
Evident deal with the devil
One foot in front of the other
Right for my table
Eyesight must be going
Sweat beads upon my brow
I lick my lips anticipating
Words a tongue twister
Shapely are the hips
Gorgeous as a nautical sunset
And golden as sand
Seat is taken
Smiles exchanged
Nerves are ignored
A new man is born

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