Musings by The Poet Loriet
The Seduction
It all started with one line-
"You can sit here. I won't bite."
He squeezed into the narrow space
and as he sat, she adjusted herself
so their thighs would touch-
his denim, hers bare with a
miniskirt gathered innocently
at the curve of her hips.
And she scooted her chair
closer and closer and...
until they were forced to
breathe one another in.
He would tell her later
what effect she had on him
that day and how he wished
he'd known then what he knew now.
They were doing the electric slide
and there wasn't a dance floor
for miles and miles...
but they were both
very well-versed in the
art of seduction.
Lori Beal
"You can sit here. I won't bite."
He squeezed into the narrow space
and as he sat, she adjusted herself
so their thighs would touch-
his denim, hers bare with a
miniskirt gathered innocently
at the curve of her hips.
And she scooted her chair
closer and closer and...
until they were forced to
breathe one another in.
He would tell her later
what effect she had on him
that day and how he wished
he'd known then what he knew now.
They were doing the electric slide
and there wasn't a dance floor
for miles and miles...
but they were both
very well-versed in the
art of seduction.
Lori Beal
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The Seduction
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