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Having it Her way

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The Lady wants it her way . . .by mdg._

Some time ago, her name was T

Such a short dress she wore,

Laced, translucent, against the light

      Thighs, hips, curves in pastel shadows

Sway in slow steady motion

Breasts outlined, turned to the night

Hint of pert nipples aroused

Through shadow and light,

I see hints of all her treasures

A walk as a rolling wave

Behind my back, not a glance

Reflections in the mirror, sublime

through all the glasses, bottles of wine

I see her pass, a flutter in her hip

Can't help but wonder, or think

Was it her heels, or for me a wink,

A slow, smooth slide onto the stool

Sensual deliberate crossed legs,

Her shoe, it dangles from her toe

the subtle tease, who is her desire,

Breasts squarely to the bar,

drink slid slowly to her hand,

Long slow sip, made me drool,

Sheer skirt, flows down her thigh,

this brandy tastes the more like lust,

My pen now freely glides, write I must

To paint this scene with meager words

The barman knows, I've sat, here before,

He says my words do more than imply,

The scent of her perfume, so close it seems

It clouds my thoughts, this voice I hear,

“the barman said you'd let me read,”

a brush of hair, such a soft subtle scent

along my cheeks, she leaned across

at my shoulder, assumed and peeked,

“and no, it was not my heels, as you wrote”

then softly swayed back to her stool,

I have painted this passage with my words,

The final lines came as a note,

From the lady at the far end of the bar,

“will we waste an evening this far apart?”

“or can we say, this is a nice start ?”