A Trip To The Flicks

Turning the corner he saw her,
a dark shadow swathed in fur
wrapped tightly around her
svelte form.

She let a smile slowly drizzle
on ruby red lips and approached,
while he gathered up
his thoughts.

There, in the moonlight
she let her coat gape a little,
and his eyes were transfixed
on white flesh.

Reaching him she held back
just enough to be tempting,
while he noticed all
she wasn't wearing.

His hands slid under her black coat,
touching her naked silkiness
while she trembled
from the cold.

James watched from his cinema seat
his vanilla ice dripping
his mind concentrating
on the scene.

poem by Ruth Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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