Roxanne (working title)

You were always such a charmer.

You could never resist throwing

a sly grin that would knock a man 

flat on his back. All eyes on you,

strolling through the crowd,

and you, knowing exactly what they

read in the sway of your hips,

your haunchy strut. 

They're dogs, straining on the leash

and you, the showy b***h in heat. 

And still...

I can't tear my eyes away.