put some shoes on, girl
you like my pose?
the one where I give a smoldering
stare to the distance,
sexy
you said,
voicing my thoughts
about your smile.
I would pose for you,
I’ve had practice,
I’ve got more than one friend
who I catch looking at me
like they could paint me from memory.
for you?
I would wear my shortest dress,
the red one I bought last week,
my highest boots, so I could hear the
exclamation of the zipper
drawn all the way down,
and my perfume on my pulse,
that egyptian jasmine will be all you smell
for days, weeks maybe
if you’re lucky.
I would lean over your shoulder
my hair like a curtain
ready to be pulled away
as I whisper
hey cowboy,
think you’re ready?
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