by Sandy M. Humphrey
Still making laughter curl at the sides
Split down the middle; a sense of humor
Bordering on the edge of intellectual
With a sprinkling of streetwise lingo
Tailored by a wink of natural seduction
Yet she had forgotten what it was like
To move inside circles of mixed company
Telling tales whilst keeping secrets
Playing it safe though confident
She could be bad if only she wanted
As memory recalled when she was bad
She was good, very good, a little
Innuendo hinted as much and that is
All anyone would ever need to know
And he ever need be reminded
When moving in circles of mixed company
Posted on 04/07/2009
Copyright © 2020 Sandy M. Humphrey
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/07/09 at 11:52 PM|
Strong words. There's no question that you back them in great style.
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/08/09 at 02:34 AM|
Suave. Sounds savvy to me.
|Posted by Maude Curtis on 04/08/09 at 02:42 PM|
Sandy you sound like my kind of lady. I especially like the line "when she was bad, she was good, very good"
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/25/09 at 02:00 PM|
Well rounded reminder to us all of the tension in social behaviour
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/13/09 at 03:05 PM|
You have my imagination wandering about trying to picture her. Reminded me so much of a niece (who publishes poems on this site) who could fit the bill quite well. I'm grinning. Thanks, Sandy.