Hair today gone tomorrow

Hair today gone tomorrow


She wore her hair down which would matter if I noticed, I hadn’t.

Her eyes drowned her other exquisite features.

Her perfect curves were unremarkable in comparison.

She was talking, her red lipstick was moving seductively against her teeth.

She’d bit her lip gently and I realised she was waiting for an answer.

Her teeth were snow white.

Her lips were rose red.

I uttered a noise as my voice failed in reply.

Her eyes left mine as she motioned a goodbye.


©G.P Williamson 2017


She moves


The snake might not bite but fails to understand,

the hardshops of a working man, her place has been preplanned.


She has all the charms.

Her movements scream attractive.

A smile behind her eyes makes muscles most reactive.


She needs no introduction.

You can sense her in a room.

The emptiness does not forsake the smell of sweet perfume.


Copyright G.P Williamson 2017