A glimpse of my thigh
above my stocking
meant for your eyes
and yours alone.
Grab your coat.
Say your goodbyes.
Take me home.
A brush of my hand
that I let linger
soft as a sigh,
but aching to go.
Grab your coat.
Say your goodbyes.
Take me home.
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
10 comments:
Says it all as only you can do! I love it! Hope you've had a great day!
Sylvia
Who could resist?
Nothing like body language, and I think there's some French in there, too, n'est ce pas?
:) sounds like the subtle message couldn't have been more obvious...love it, as always
well i would say it is certainly time to go...smiles.
sigh. My husband and I don't get out enough for this to make sense in my world!
I think this is where they got the phrase "Hot to trot".
I'd be surprised if you made it home!
You can't get much clearer than that! :)
Nice moment capture here. Perhaps just leave the coat and pick it up later:) Nice write, thanks
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