Why did she look at me
that particular way ?
Why did her hidden youthful lines send out signals
that only I could see ?
I wondered at the mischief in her eyes
reflected probably in mine and stumbled on.
Her hips inviting other exchanges her smile
other places.
Was she reading my mind or was it me
reading hers ?
The flow of words held me in suspense
as her body described another conversation. Holding back the day to let her finish
I smiled back
and told her ever so gently
to sit down.