Mr. Poetry

Secrets

She planned to wear those little sketchered skirts.

Fickle, silly and what a tease.

I couldn't help but wet my lips.

A string dropped from her shoulders.

And everybody's eyes zeroed on her exposed fair skin.

Casually, she slipped the string back on her left shoulder as if no one's seeing it.

Reading too much on a novel with her tiny hands that only sets a perceptions of delusions and catastrophes

And of all the damn time, guys around her, took a second look. Panted at the sight because I swear they're tongues dripped like happy dogs in heat.

She made sure she had some slits to show more of a skin but leaving some trails for some hidden mystery.

My eyes raked her fingers.

Damn... there is no wedding ring.

And I suddenly thought,

How credulous was she of all the stares she gathered in one sitting?

And I smiled to myself, as
I was supposed to forget her and walk away

but I couldn't help but watched her enjoy skimming the pages.

So silently.

I might not get to know her name

Couldn't be able to shake her hand like her acquiantance did

Too bad, I was beat from seconds of approaching her.

That one hell of a tattooed guy strolled like he owned the place.

Damn touched her arm as if he knew her before.

He even flashed her a smile thinking she'll took the bait.

But when she made a disagreement with a man across from her,

She wasn't intimidated at all.

Hunched back her shoulders and place her hands to her hips,

I am held captive of how deviant yet so little this Lady is.

When she talk, I could overhear her stubborn mouth speaking in languages of equality, power and feminine pride.

Any man would love to corrupt that smart but fragile beautiful mind.

When she was done with her deed, she shuffled to her feet,

And walked out like a queen.

With every move she make, she has a mix of naive yet know-it-all soft feminine physique.

I am at the mercy of uncovering her vague history.

Oh please, place a finger on my mouth honey,

I am ready to uncover one by one your deepest secrets.