The Odds of a One Night Stand
My eyes are affixed to hers
They meet for a fleeting moment
Soft, shining, doe like eyes
It’s my imagination
She doesn’t even know I’m here
In her world I don’t exist
Still there’s that gentle sigh in her voice
Captivating, almost intoxicating
The way she rolls her tongue
Across her delicate perfectly formed lips
Exquisitely flowing, bouncing hair
I can almost catch her fragrance across the room
Big girl, not some skin and bones health food fanatic
Gorgeous figure – for her age
Impossible to believe she has borne six babies
That’s just me I guess
Prone to the admiration of the female posterior
The way she flaunts hers – criminal
And she knows it too
She’s had her share of run-ins with Judges
In the Superior Court
Of popular opinion
Sigh! She’s leaving now
Blue ribbon girl
Best in show
A Newfie
Westminster Kennel Club 2004
Animal Planet Rerun
Last Night
Copyright 2010 Patrick Granfors
Love,
Sage
Anna
Chip Bergeron
Well, if it must be known, I am prone the same way. This is a clever write and to me, it expresses a lot. Thank you, Patrick. Love and peace,
Regis
Good, show there Judge Patrick
Your friend, Mark
Christine
Ron
cheers,
dan
Kinda sounds to me like she may be a real "dog"...woof, e