Touch Of Class Poem by Fay Slimm
Touch Of Class
He touches his hat as he saunters past.
She sits in her furs, a touch of real class.
He brushes a speck from his trousered thigh.
She brushes his arm as he passes by.
He adjusts the cuffs of his fine silk shirt.
She from the bar stool adjusts her short skirt.
He unbuttons his coat with suave aplomb.
She checks breast-buttons and unfastens one.
He flashes a wallet and looks her way.
She flashes a smile and her gold chains sway.
He thinks this classy girl will just about do.
She thinks he is ready, - and she is too! !
To be Continued............
Ooh that surface veneer feels like it is just about to peel off - those seductive rhyming couplets really pull the reader in. S :)
I like this very cute. The flow was perfect and you did a great job with high society. Very well written.
Fay, is it a bird, is it a plane...tune in soon to the next episode...I for one can't wait.Should be good. Leave 'em hanging. You 'West Country Ladies'...I don't know. Good piece of 'erotica'.10/10 Regards, Ian
Strangers in the night exchanging glances with fancies-nice one lets have part two+++++10 regards
this is well written but there is no class in selling the goods haha
both are waiting who will do the first move...hmmmm, nice dear...this is nice...
Mmmmm what is Fay up to with this one.... I love the flirting and the upper crust intrigue. Sorry I have to go and look further into this story.....10 love & hugs Karin
Fay, I loved how you lead us up the path, then left us dangling. Will certainly look out for a part two. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. Hugs David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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oh continued! ! ! good story shaping up here 10