A wisp of a thought.

December poetry number seventeen.

                  A wisp of a thought..

Pretty girl sat alone. She moved her pretty legs slow and easy. He watched the legs moving and I adored her pretty face. He turned back to my whiskey and he drank her down. He felt breathing upon my neck. The pretty gal whispered to me. Johnnie, I ain't pretty enough for you tonight? I was waiting for a invitation. He turned to her and he told her. You are the most beautiful lady in my world dear Sofia. She smiled and she told me. You are pretty too Johnnie. I need a man to make me smile tonight, I need dancing and good whiskey, and a sea walk. Are you a brave man? 

He looked into her coffee brown eyes and he told her. Men are just a wisp of a thought for a dangerous woman. The young lady decide is a man worthy or not? She laughed at his words and she asked him. Are we prey or predator? Are the woman, the predator dear poet? 

He told her, I love your pale skin, I love your blond hair and I love the coyness in your smile. But us men, just beggars at the feet of the beautiful ladies. We must excite the mind first and maybe the kind woman. Will say hello.

She asked him. You sit alone, drink the whiskey till you are blinded, just observing the people. Do you want to be alone? He smiled  and he told her. I love Texas. The women are tall, spirited and they ask the lonely man to dance. I believe, in Texas. The women are steadfast, brave and strong. 

She laughed at his words and she told him. You tavern poets, I do love. Can you Texas-two step as good as you can talk? He told her. Sofia, Sofia, my beautiful Sofia. I believe I can Texas-two step better than I can write. Sofia gave him a sneaky smile and she asked. Can you take me dancing tonight? Or will you drink yourself to a early death?

He looked at her radiant smile, her demanding eyes. He told her. I prefer to dance with the prettiest gal in Austin. If she allowed me to.

Sofia bowed to him and she told him. Almost eleven and the night is getting older. Let's go dancing now and allow my feet to move about to the good songs. I need you to make me smile tonight and I will teach you to laugh again.

I arose from my seat and she took my hands and she whispered. We play these parts for three years every Friday and Saturday night. I believe you want me to tempt you Johnnie. Do you adore me Johnnie?

I told her. You know I love you Sofi. Dear Sofi, you are a majestic beauty. I come to Austin, praying and hoping to be with you, hoping for a dance, hoping for a kiss. You are my Texas miracle.

She told him. No Johnnie, you are my sugar and spice, everything nice. I appreciate you too. You make me feel beautiful and special. He whispered to her. You are my Texas sweetheart, I love you so.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading and the comment.

Reviews

[Kim S.]

She laughed at his words and she told him. You tavern poets, I do love. Can you Texas-two step as good as you can talk? He told her. Sofia, Sofia, my beautiful Sofia. I believe I can Texas-two step better than I can write. Sofia gave him a sneaky smile and she asked. Can you take me dancing tonight? Or will you drink yourself to a early death?

I really like this part, this is wonderful and vivid and cute
muchly enjoyed

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Beckie. I spend seven years station at Fort Hood. I learn. Women can save you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Please come to Austin for the wintertime...yes, a Texas miracle.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I need a year in Austin, Texas Jacob. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[M. J. Smith]

Ah, a live story! Women live ports for their romantic souls! :) How far did the courtship go? Visions well described. I could smell the whiskey, hear the music, feel her breath in my ear. You took us there and put us in your shoes. Well done, my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I was single and free for seven years in Texas. They were good days.

[M. J. Smith]

Seems like I can't spell today! The halcyon days of youth? Anywho, you are most welcome.