You know
I am familiar with
the subtle look
and the blatant
come on;

the attention
you can get
with a skirt
with just a too tight fit.

I know that hair done
just right
and the sheer blouse
that reveals
a little more
in the light
gets the glance
some days
and some nights.

Men make themselves
available
if you give
a little encouragement
but unfortunately
in doing that
it's always the wrong ones;
the aggressive and the horny.

I want to be admired
not bedded.

I am familiar with the sweet guy
who worshiped me
but the truth is that too much worship
is boring.

I know the guy who only aspires
to be my buddy guy
and thinks that by hanging close
he can get close enough
to move from buddy
to the bed post.

There's the drunk mistake I made-
to be quickly forgotten.

The boy who stole my heart
and never gave it back.

The rough one who took too much.

The one with the ring that
got returned.

I know that sounds like a long list
but not so long for one my age.

Stories' ends
are best told
in the very last line:
 
This one ends with you
who
checked me out
of the lost and found.

(Part of a another work on another site)