You see her, the beautiful woman,
sitting on a bench in the mall.
She’s hips and angles to be sure, tiny
and full at once. Her lips pout at anyone
who looks between the glossy curtains
of black hair framing her cheeks.
You imagine that she saunters for you,
has chosen her seat because you are close.
Her legs cross and uncross, and cross again.
Her eyes flit, big and brown and lashed.
She’s teasing, you’re sure.
You catch your breath when her elegant
finger brushes over one full breast.
Her flowing dress is strained
over chest as if begging you
to watch. Her skin is like chocolate
and cream dipping and bulging.
You gasp when she slips one strap
off her shoulder, shooting a last
smoldering look to her surroundings.
Your breath is stilled.
She inhales deeply before reaching into
a stroller you hadn’t noticed before
and lifts a small baby out of the seat
into her lap.
She curls him to her breast and slips the fabric down.
About the Creator
Julianne Berokoff
Hello there! My name is Julianne and I am a writer from Souther California. I love cats and good stories and poetry. Also pajamas. When I'm not writing, I'm participating in some outlandish craft project?
julianneberokoff.com
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