Ogling Poem by persian khushi

They had a one on one meeting
She was on the phone with her feet on the desk,
Completely forgot about their meeting,
The skirt of her dress slid to above her knees,
The office door was closed,
She didn't hear him come inside,
So engrossed in eating her lollypop
and the conversation with her sister

How long he stood there, she does not know
She sensed him before she saw him
He was leaning against the door framework,
She looked up and met his gaze,
Sitting as she was, the call ended,
Slowly she swung her legs off the desk
Still holding his gaze

His eyelashes fluttered
then he lowered his gaze
He looked anywhere
but meet her eyes
Unease clearly on his face

Nanny always preached,
"Let not strangers read your soul
lower the blinds over your eyes,
for they can make a man dream
of lustful moonlit nights."

With firm handshakes
and a stern face
She worked with men,
One on one meetings
can be quite intimidating
because she had a sheltered upbringing

Today was no different
She read him like a book
She would be his desert of course
Then sweetly said,
"Fat chance of this happening,
in this life or the next."

After their meeting, without a word
she walked around him twice
gave him the glance over
and a hmmm, not bad,
then asked him to leave

Absolutely red faced,
he hurried out of the door
She chuckled at his embarrassment
Hope he had learned his lesson
ogling her as though she was on display