Her suit rode softly,
Marvelously high in the hip.
I watched beneath shades, darkly
Wondering if I should slip

Over to her side
To form a question.
Watching her beauty glide
Without reservation.

She passed me, softly fleeting
Striding slowly, succinctly with finesse
The warm sun beating
Its gentle caress.

07/09/2002

Posted on 03/12/2006
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