I like your style

Standing on the corner
Leaning on the pole
She noticed gent a standing
Tall and lean and bold

Chewing gum she eyed him
Mouth turned up with a smile
slowly she approached him
in her sashay style

What ya doing mister?
with pen and pad in hand
I see ya writing something
love letter or perhaps?

Her perfume overwhelming
her lips were ruby red
her skirt hugged hips a swaying
leaning close to him

He said I am a writer
I keep my notebook near
and when the mood does strike me
I want to make things clear

So what ya writing mister
as she nuzzled up real close
something you can show me
its slow right now and cold

He said it’s not quite finished
but I had to write it down
for I do not want to lose them
I’ve learned before and found

So in my pocket carry
small notebook and a pen
and sometimes write a story
if even on a whim

She cozied in much closer
warm breath upon his neck
said, “Can you write me something
 for this lady you have met?”

He looked her over carefully
and smiled from head to toe
and shortly starts a scribbling
and set her eyes a glow

He handed her the paper
her eyes on words he wrote
she looked at him a smiling
with hand upon her throat

She handed back his paper
and turned to walk away
with her hips a swaying
she turned to him to say

You really are good mister
and with a wink and smile
I’ll tell you this much mister
I really like your style

Carolee Dennis-Woosley
September 27, 2012