Vinyl and Lace
Her vanity swoons
at sun-kissed ringlets
and berry lips,
whistling at the
barely-there lace
that hugs his eyes -
leaving imagination
to blush behind
a tightened silk robe.
She dusts her neck
with magnolia musk
and teases the strings
of his eager heart,
all while Etta James
purrs love notes that
their mouths are
too busy to sing.
Britt's Dance Contest: Bolero