Poetry

There is something in how she looks at me and looks away again
and I think aloud Satan, Lucifer, demon, devil be gone
 
as she is going to seduce me with her summer sunshine laughter
in the twilight, dark night or bright day
 
with her eyes that glitter when she notices me
and I wonder if God does provide such lovely girls
 
with her walking away that continually whispers promises
and her voice that falls sweetly on my ear
 
but when she stands right in front of me
and talks to me my breath is taken away
 
and I notice a small muscle jumping, jumping in her throat
and her snow-white teeth, her hands, freckles and feet is something
against which I do not know how to resist
and then she brings her lips right against mine.