She sashays down the street
Her hips rolling
Each step a revelation of sensual certitude
Lighting up this quiet town quicker than a cowboy twists up a smoke
Attracting looks and veiled glances
That strip her naked in seconds flat
She chuckles at the reaction
Flattered and just a little fearful
That her musky pheromones are attracting all the males in town
Thankful for the restraining hands
Wives reaching out
Pulling their men back to their slackened breasts
Catching their arched and jealous looks
Quicker than a shortstop’s golden glove on gameday
Smiling, she lets them think what they will
Knowing that her shadowman is waiting
With the only eyes that matter
Long away
David Trudel © 2012
