Justine Knolle

To Erica (an anagram)

The black straps of your low-cut dress
are like the keys on a piano
against your ivory skin.
You look at me seductively,
and nod to my offer
of a glass of tonic and gin.
From the corner of my eyes
I see your thighs
playing hide and seek
with what you are wearing.
I cannot keep my gaze from staring.

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 12/01/2006.

 

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