The Prom

By La Belle Rouge

White roses on her wrist;
no shoulder fabric to pin them on.
Her daddy is upset
but strapless is in style this Spring.
Rose fragrance rivaling floral perfume
dabbed behind each ear
and sparingly in perky cleavage.
No ponytail tonight, an upsweep
and earrings of pink pearls
to match the fuchsia chiffon gown.

She has always captured his admiration
in blue jeans and t-shirts
but tonight, she is a goddess
who causes his heart to pound.
He wants to pull the pins from her hair
and watch it fall gracefully
around the bareness of her shoulders.
He yearns to kiss her full, pink lips
more than once or twice....
and feel his arms around her slender waist.

He looks so different in his well-fitted tux
with the bow tie and cummerbund
in a shade that compliments her dress.
So much like a real, elegant man
that her breath catches in her throat
and her eyes widen in appreciation.
He’s tall and athletically lean
and she falls into a sweet reverie
of how it feels to stand on tip toe
and put her arms around his neck.

She longs to feel the hunger of his lips
as they seek out the softness of hers
in a kiss different, more meaningful
than the kisses they have shared before.
Oh, he smells as good as he looks.
Her whole body feels alive and warm
and she wonders if tonight will be
the beginning of a woman's  love

the ending of childish infatuation

2/21/2007 La Belle Rouge

 
“Poetry, Soul Whispers”