She walked in
with a group of other girls
and some older women
I can only assume
played the parental role
They were either
seniors in high school,
checking out the campus for next year
or college kids,
ready to move back home for the summer
Their voices, and their dispositions pleaded the former
but there was one among them
and Hot ****, she was looking good
A dark blue and black plaid flannel cardigan
covered loose fitting yellow top
and from a little above her waist
fell a teal skirt
made from some gossamer material
which had a split down one side
so that when she walked
porcelain flashes of leg lit up the room,
and lemme tell you about this walk in's hair
the color were brown and red meet
braided in the back,
the thick snake of hair
cascading down her left shoulder,
it was killing me,
So I watched,
and drank coffee,
and had my breakfast
and watched some more
knowing she was just a walk in
and nothing more
I sat my *** down
and went ahead and wrote her a poem