One afternoon

The gentleman strolled

An overcoat stylish

Driving home her eyes

~

He smiled

She glanced away

Her partner takes note

We continued our way

~

Each room, every gathering

New sightings to suggest

Our moment would occur

If our eyes might soon meet

~

There is that feeling of our delicious desire

Compels our soul to allow a risqué glance

~

We would walk away

Later on the moment

Arose that our world’s

Might meet soon enough

~

The stroke of a pen

To respond to a note

You searched for me then

My how world’s meet again

~

We walked for miles

You asked me about pine

Smitten I complied

With a kiss and a good bye

~

For it was then that I realized your world

Might always give elegance a distant smile