Bright, pert and green she sashayed up to me

Stroking my ego with soft moues and smiles,

Breasts brushing slight, sure accidentally…

Provocatively standing in profile.

A giggling child caught up in women’s schemes

Perhaps unknowing still the scene in play

Or yet responding to some half baked dreams,

By nascent lust or puppy love displayed.

Pure innocence that just discovered fire,

That flame licked passion flickering in the soul;

A sylph controlled by instinct born desire

Preparing yet for love’s heart-scripted roles.

Were I a knave, her dance might so invite—

But twice her age, a forehead kiss good night.

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