A simple black dress
above the knee--narrow straps keeping it
on bare shoulders--her smile
--it might be genuine, bright red,
and the legs
pale and tender--delicate hands
against the dress, smoothing her lap
before standing suddenly with a wrinkle
in the small of her back revealing
two bare curves winking
suddenly and with devastating effect.
2.
No bra beneath a loose blouse,
so that each breast projects
grace, full of animal magnitude
and impossible to overlook.
She smiles with such force her blue eyes close
briefly and I wonder what it is
that she sees;
her trousers exaggerate
the hips by a light touch, and her shoes
play swift and light across the wood floor.
I look again to be sure: bare shoulders,
the blouse caressing her,
rising to expose a light silver belt
and the approximate shape
of her hips.