Justine Knolle

To Erica (an anagram)

The black straps of your low-cut dress

are like the keys on a piano

against your ivory skin.

You look at me seductively,

and nod to my offer

of a glass of tonic and gin.

From the corner of my eyes

I see your thighs

playing hide and seek

with what you are wearing.

I cannot keep my gaze from staring.

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Published on e-Stories.org on 01.12.2006.

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