Asks if I am <br />looking up her skirt. <br /> <br />Then asks <br />why not. <br /> <br />“I see...! ” <br />I say <br /> <br />“Want to see some <br />more? ” <br /> <br />She smilingly entices. <br /> <br />“Oh, I do...I do! ” <br />I blurt out as if I were <br /> <br />marrying it. <br /> <br />She displays herself <br />in all her lovely lusciousness <br /> <br />as if she were <br />presenting a precious <br />treasure. <br /> <br />I gasp. <br /> <br />“Gasp! ” <br /> <br />“Fine...so...fine! ” <br />I manage to exclaim. <br /> <br />“Is that all? ” <br />says she. <br /> <br />“No...! ” <br />says I. <br /> <br />“Faighin! ” <br />is the Irish for it. <br /> <br />“May I now <br />kiss the bride? ” <br /> <br />I ask. <br /> <br />“You are divine! ” <br />she whispers <br /> <br />so softly <br />even I can hardly hear <br /> <br />only understanding <br />by reading <br /> <br />her lips.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-irish-for-it/
