I am wearing <br />a very very <br />short skirt <br /> <br />and sit <br />so that <br /> <br />the poor chap <br />can’t but <br /> <br />help...see up it. <br /> <br />I eager to display <br />my nice new panties <br />(bought only that day) . <br /> <br />His discourse: <br />“On The Origin Of The Spieces” <br />fa..fal..falt...faltering. <br /> <br />I wait until <br />his gaze <br /> <br />glazes over <br /> <br />before I accuse him <br />of looking up my skirt! <br /> <br />“No...I... <br />...was...n’t! ” <br />he lies. <br /> <br />I let him <br />writhe in denial <br /> <br />as he tries <br />(unsuccessfully) <br /> <br />to extricate <br />himself <br /> <br />from what he can <br />only assume <br />is my displeasure. <br /> <br />It is my pleasure <br />to see him thus <br />(and I can see he is pleased <br />to see me) . <br /> <br />He stumbles with apologies. <br /> <br />I accept his act <br />of contrition <br /> <br />Before <br />upbraiding him <br /> <br />for not looking. <br /> <br />Now he is totally <br />confused <br />and torn in two <br />and doesn’t know <br /> <br />what’s what and what to do. <br /> <br />Luckily...I do! <br /> <br />I relieve <br />his dynamic tension <br /> <br />by removing <br />the bone of contention. <br /> <br />The panties froth upon the floor. <br /> <br />“Now...” I say <br />(in an offhand way) <br /> <br />“...just what <br />are you looking at...now! ” <br /> <br />“And...” I add <br />“...I hope you are <br />going to do more <br />than stare! ” <br /> <br />His Adam’s apple <br />bobs up and down. <br /> <br />A thin sheen of perspiration <br />on his upper lip…gleams. <br /> <br />“Oh, come here...” <br />I say <br />“...for goodness sake! ” <br /> <br />and take the matter <br />in hand. <br /> <br />God! <br /> <br />Can anything be more stupid <br />or more beautiful <br /> <br />...than a man!<br /><br />Dee Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-anything-be-more-stupid-or-more-beautiful-for-w/
