A Proper Walk
A Proper Walk
Is it something that I said or simply sad?
My refined lady lost her shoes today
By the way, she had no cloths on either
Point of fact, she was naked, head to toe and then some
No one had to know, she had no attire, not a stitch
On the walk, down the road at dawn, with just a yawn
A fire or some calamity I assumed
Had taken her by surprise and with it her outfit too
A mystery I should not mention and put to rest
Panties were consumed as well, I guessed
Such things should not be discussed
Perfume and a smile were all she wore
I wished her a good morning
You look lovely but aren’t you a bit chilly dear?
We strolled along the avenue hand in hand
I sported my Desmond Merrion and new wool coat
Nothing changed as we strolled on the block
Tip toed delicately on a wooden fence
Talked about the weather being brutal cold
Avoiding un-pleasantries, underwear
And other matters naked in the air
Her new look was stunning under the morning sun
It would be inappropriate for a gentleman like me
To discuss what she had on or not
But her hair looked oh so lovely and she is so shy
She smiled in delight, on sun beams and fragile fences
Shaky, as we played and danced away
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015
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