These are the delicacies of a ruined evening...

Her lips were soft,
alluring, inviting
and beckoned
with every word

She tittered on musically
Barbie curves suggesting
her creamy skin might taste
as beautiful as it seemed

Perfectly polished nails
casually combed
through gold-spun tresses
reminiscent of a goddess

She caught his stray glance
as his focus faltered
and made her eyes flash
settling his gaze on mine


From "A Writer's Book of Days": "These are the delicacies of a ruined evening."

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