Fantasy

The silk in her stockings mesmerized the men Her glossy full lips painted fire engine red Legs so slender hinted of black spun lace As she floated to the stool and took her place A golden mane cascaded a bare shoulder Her scent of perfume an exotic blend of oils As she flirtingly tapped a high polished nail Her well defined arm lingered over the rail A mischievious glance over this dimly lit bar Portrayed big baby blue sparkling like stars She paused, lashes long as she gazed in the corner Her shiny high heels revealed a thin silver border Diamonds danced upon her sleek graceful neck As she turned and ordered a neat triple sec She was a seductive woman of style and perfect height Her voice though whispered, beckoned into the night The dimly lit bar now echoed her heels Her fragranced body neatly tucked behind the wheel The silk in her stockings mesmerized the men Her glossy full lips painted fire engine red.