How did she generate such heat?
Blue dress all plain, hair up, nothing sassy just tied to one side with black tights, she held me right. My gaze, dark haze, perfect eyes, unfazed.
Intrigued more than daunted, more unhinged than haunted. Slightly off balance like “How can I walk away?” Than questioning “Should I stay?” She had the type of quivering figure I’d given an arm for.
She’d have it all, everything I ever wrote would be hers with a bow on. Red like her lips. I’d lose myself and the show would go on. Committed for an hour in eternity & the only question I held was “would she return to me?”
© G.P Williamson 2017