My eyes follow this superior broad
Wishing serenely for our gaze to align
So that she may see the want in my eye,
The Desire that so zealously awakened
To the start of her line.
The Lady proceeds, our gaze never to have been sokind,
Leaving me abandoned- alone with this failing image
She so unknowingly left before me.
Don't run, my Lady, don't tempt me like a saintly Lucifer.
Divine's tears fall in her hair- on her skin and cloth,
Other Ladies gawk, but she knows not.
Her long legs-damning the walkways with leather soles, laces- and heels
Embracing those blessed fiends.
The Lady dares me,
Tempts me-when she stops!
Her lace, it has come undone.
Shocked is her eye, she stoops to tie,
Begging me-Daring me! To come and say “Hi”.
I start- slowly, gracefully,
As if I have not a care in the world,
I skip and strut towards this beauty,
Swinging my arms like a casual buffoon.
Yes!- then, the most abhorring of male voices
Calls out the most loveliest of names
To which the Lady then stands, forgetting her lace,
A smile that is sin
Directed at him!
His smile is such, he struts to touch-
I stare, my heart in my hand, they kiss...
The most opprobrious of kisses to be made in such a place.
Yet I ache...
Longingly for those lips to be on mine,
I turn away- walk away- as if!- I had not intended to claim such a lovely Dame.
Her image grasp my mind like a lover to theirs and I cannot help but wonder;
“Had the dazzling eye, of such a young beauty, caught mine?”
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