Perfect Posture
“I need a perfect poise,”
he told her.
“I want to get a feel of goddess Aphrodite
in a photograph”.
Time was not on their side.
She had to use all she had around
her at that moment, to look
like Aphrodite.
She picked a chair, and stepped
on it like a tiger,
eyes looking ready to pounce
on any man she desired….
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
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