While she is watching me her ice eyes taunt.
This lady smiles quite unexpectedly
And my confusion so excites her glee.
Her silver, moist lips contemplate my wants.
She reaches out her hands, ignores my whys.
Her open arms reveal to me her fine
Cool body which begs for the warmth of mine.
The lady smiles, invites with her ice eyes.
I long to stroke her tannish, flowing hair,
But still I hesitate, then turn to face
The one this lady would like to replace.
She stands unspeaking as if not to care.
Again I turn to face the lady, “Pardon
Me, I will not join you in the garden.”