She looked so beautiful,
It was almost criminal.
Red silk accentuated
Her every curve
In a way that left nothing
To the imagination,
Of even the dullest of minds.
It was amazing.
Simply amazing.
Her hair cascaded
In a sultry waterfall
About her bare shoulders,
Dragging an impulse of desire
From all who saw her,
Even from those men
Who preferred their own company.
And her scent?
Let's not speak of her scent.
Hothouse flowers in forever bloom
Shame in comparison.
She rustled when she walked,
Glided across the barroom floor,
To stand before my table,
Then sit down,
Next to some guy named Bob.