She spoke about the sensual joys of putting on a bra
and her feelings of arousal wearing miniskirts with sheer;
of confidence and pass and the vulnerable’s thrill…
and maybe I would walk with her a while?
So we’d explore a path, our mirrors left behind ~
We could share and talk and laugh and flirt
over our barista cups – and hope to dare a touch,
perhaps to linger closer, perhaps to steal a kiss?
(and don’t forget to breathe!)
Before we’d sever; back to drab, until another day ~
Maintain the Advance! 