Saturday, November 26, 2011

Take Me Home

A glimpse of my thigh
above my stocking
meant for your eyes
and yours alone.

Grab your coat.
Say your goodbyes.
Take me home.

A brush of my hand
that I let linger
soft as a sigh,
but aching to go.

Grab your coat.
Say your goodbyes.
Take me home.

10 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Says it all as only you can do! I love it! Hope you've had a great day!

Sylvia

Fireblossom said...

Who could resist?

hedgewitch said...

Nothing like body language, and I think there's some French in there, too, n'est ce pas?

Caty said...

:) sounds like the subtle message couldn't have been more obvious...love it, as always

Brian Miller said...

well i would say it is certainly time to go...smiles.

Lydia said...

sigh. My husband and I don't get out enough for this to make sense in my world!

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

I think this is where they got the phrase "Hot to trot".

Lolamouse said...

I'd be surprised if you made it home!

Shawna said...

You can't get much clearer than that! :)

Fred said...

Nice moment capture here. Perhaps just leave the coat and pick it up later:) Nice write, thanks