Tease

Tease

 

 

Her pelted skirt fell straight and true

Covering curved legs subtle and blue

From knee to thigh the cover was short

Leaving everything whimsical abort

 

She moved with ease

Her laughter within

Wondering whose eyes

She had pinned!

 

Moments and movements followed her grace

She smiled at both men and ladies no waste

Her red lips lifted the armory light

With eye alive wide and bright

 

What runs through the mind of a woman?

When acting more like a little girl

Her raven black hair shown with a luster

Bouncing low upon her shoulders

 

To venture forth

As one a wanton

Giving no quarter for things to come

Alas she is in jest to thee, nothing more than a tease