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"REMEMBER LAST NIGHT." A short story.
November 11, 2014
May 20, 2016
She had an infectious laugh, high and proud full of forbidden promise.
Her name was Pearl, boy what a girl, love guru from the sub-tropics.
She wore high heels, staggered and swore, like a soldier on maneuvers.
Tattooed thighs, great fluttering eyes, but never an invite to her boudoir.
When she swayed down the street, red shoes on her feet, stilettos all of a thunder.
Men became boys, the boys became men, common sense cast tremulously asunder.
With a flick of her thighs she’d elicit mournful sighs, the swish of silken draws.
Would make men gasp, to their navels would drop, their slowly slackening jaws.
When she took in a drink, with a seductive whisper, her Adam’s like a shivering plum.
Men would ready to fight, for the honour of one night, clasped between her milk-white bosom.
Men would die to own, what sat in its throne, of red velvet the tiniest glimpse.
They would silently weep, try and take a sly peep, as their hearts performed their lonely last limps.
Mind of her own, was how Pearl was known, incredibly proud and fussy.
If she chose a man, it would be for all time, always known that she ne’r was a hussy.
Once a bold young trooper, asked her aloud, if he could see her thigh tattoos.
Of course young man, she gaily replied, if you show me all of yours too.
The blush she caused, on his face the crowd roared, dance Pearl, do your fine dance.
She sashayed outside, her hips gently swayed, as she offered them all a fine glance.
Wrapped in purple and gold, her wares she unfold, the hint of a floral tattoo.
As she swung to the beat, shuffled her fine feet, the other soft parts swayed along too.
Come and dance boys she purred, moved it all in a blur, her body told its ancient tale.
How to ensnare the crowd, defeated and wowed, every mans heart did she slowly impale.
Like a strange opiate, her dance helped sedate, all as they rose to their feet.
The ancient heart beat, of fine woman’s wiles, ensnaring her targets complete.
Pearl married at last, she took her last dance, dedicated herself to her man.
A sailor from Brazil, fitted the bill, he had been a long time her best fan.
In time came a child, equally wild, followed in her mama’s proud ways.
Called Diamond for fun, at eighteen she becomes, her mothers double and danced all of her days.
So remember this well, when you see a seductive swell, a lady painted and fine.
The clue’s in the word, as your heart becomes blurred, a lady for now and all time.
If you feel some alarm, when ladies display all their charms, remember what to expect.
Thunder and lightening, hearts torn asunder, treat all ladies with due respect.