Passing Fancy
The trembling weak knees
The second glance
Into eyes that please
Walking headlong into her trance
Like a mazed rat
All i can do is stare
She sets the snare
The bait is bit
A melting smile
A swirling hip
A lingering fragrance
Subdues the soul
No Choice but to follow
Ive lost control
I watch her strut
I watch her swerve
As attraction builds
So does my nerve
Just as I move in
I halt, To my Alarm
This beauty is swept up
In another man's arms
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2013
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