The Temptress

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

She didn’t want her to be with him,

She wanted Anne for herself,

Since ever he had been on the scene

It was like she was on the shelf.

Anne never called for a girl’s night out

As she’d done in the days before,

So tears had streamed in her nightmare dreams

And Cathy had said, ‘it’s war!’

She painted her lips and shortened her skirt

And tied her hair in a plait,

The hair that now was a lustrous blonde

Not the straggly brown of a rat,

She sprayed some perfume under her arms

And more down under her skirt,

Then pulled on stockings with straightened seams,

A suspender belt that hurt.

She rouged her cheeks till she looked quite flushed

Like an innocent girl at play,

So when she wanted, it seemed she blushed

Pretend to be looking away,

Mascara darkened her cunning eyes

And dimples formed in each cheek,

A pencil arched where she’d plucked each brow

And her lips would pout when she’d speak.

She tried it out when she went to town

And bumped right into her friend,

For he was hanging on Annie’s arm

Like a drunken man on the mend,

He clung so tight it was surely love

She’d be lucky to tear them apart,

And Annie smiled as she told her friend,

‘My man has a lovely heart.’

But Cathy stood in the fellow’s way

Her bodice spilling her breasts,

He seemed to stare at her open cleavage

This was the ultimate test,

He didn’t flinch then or look away

And Annie gave her a frown,

But patted him on the wrist, to say,

‘He seems to be looking down.’

Cathy turned as to walk away

But then looked down at her shoe,

And bent right over, her skirt rode up

He looked, but what do you do?

‘You should be careful,’ then Annie said,

‘You’ll show someone your behind,

It doesn’t matter to me, or he,

My darling lover is blind!’

David Lewis Paget

© 2016 David Lewis Paget

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Coyote Poetry

A surprise ending to a entertaining story.
‘You should be careful,’ then Annie said,
‘You’ll show someone your behind,
It doesn’t matter to me, or he,
My darling lover is blind!’
The above lines. Perfect closure my friend. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry
Coyote