Pause... <br />in the conversation <br /> <br />laughter <br />& smoke <br /> <br />coiling to <br />the ceiling <br /> <br />she took out <br />her powder compact <br /> <br />dabbed at <br />herself <br /> <br />at first <br />more to reassure <br />than to make up. <br /> <br />then decided to create a self. <br /> <br />replaced her lips <br />with fresh lips <br /> <br />eager to be kissed. <br /> <br />licked <br />them <br />lasciviously. <br /> <br />Smiled <br />(knowingly) <br />to herself. <br /> <br />She hid her smile <br />in her compact mirror <br /> <br /> <br />like a <br />secret <br /> <br />snapped shut <br />with an amazingly loud click. <br /> <br />a little dash <br />of scent <br /> <br />on the pulse <br />of each wrist <br /> <br />A little <br />tantalisingly <br />between her breasts. <br /> <br />She adjusted <br />the seam <br /> <br />of a light green <br />stocking <br /> <br />straightened her <br />pencil thin skirt. <br /> <br />She knew <br />she held <br /> <br />his eyes <br />prisoner <br /> <br />mesmerised by each movement <br />cutting through <br />the silence. <br /> <br />Underneath the table <br />she put a beautifully manicured hand <br /> <br />on his knee <br />then slyly.. on his thigh. <br /> <br />“Now, where <br />were we? ”<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yes-21/
