The Most Beautiful Woman In The Room
by @Tony92172
She's the most beautiful woman
In the room
I lick the air as she passes
Rife with perfume and subtle perversion
Languidly, in soft sultry motions
She moves like a cheetah
With poise and deliberation
Like nickelodeon 1920
She goes about in flickering frames
Never quite as she was the moment before---
now seductive
now demure
now flirtatious
now unsure
She moves effortlessly through
myriad poses of amorous delight
All eyes stealing a lecherous glance
without exactly looking
I feel the radiant fire
Of her scarlet bodice gown
A sweeping, flowing train
Following at her heels
A circle of pearls around her
Long, delicate neck
Borrowing their radiance from hers
Her hair a flaxen crown of glory
Tickling her bare shoulders
Like a rippling veil
Her eyes, lustrous azure
Meeting mine for an infinite instant
Speaking an unspoken nexus
Of shared pasts and an undefined future
Sturdy haunches taut and tenacious
Legs treacherous and long
Leading me into a liaison
With flowers and blood
Take me then, scarlet strumpet
To moments of rapture and regret
To nights that help us to forget
That the time is of transient embrace
A defined time and propitious place
To be repeated under a different sun
Where you lay waiting
Sprawled beneath an indifferent sky
The absent touch of your paramour
Reflecting in your eye.