curving legs beneath
a red leather mini
skirt red knee high boots
below fleshy thighs
what I can’t see
excites me as much
as what I can
the woman on stage
sweat down her face
singing ‘I found love
or should I say when
I stopped searching love
found me’ steel on steel
as slide guitar squeals
the mood is hot
and the smell of sweat
fills the room
I catch her gaze and
a flash of red painted
fingernails across the
room as she gives me
a little wave my cue
to make my move in
this room even the
brightest red is
easy on the eye
Maureen Sexton (Western Australia)
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