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