That Look


attraction, That Look
She wore silk underneath her dress, to tease

I kept up the drinks in order to please

Warmth of distraction, wink of attraction

Whiskey fills with pheromone saturation

Give me that look, that heat of reaction

Release my week of awful frustration.

Her skirt was short, she gave me her panties

I looked in her eyes, her hand on my knees

For in the early morning hours when—

You feel the buzz of the night fade and fly

Look around the unknown room, know that men –

Without women are boys doomed to die.

Crudeness saves time, fumbling for motel keys

“I’m no slut” she says in sudden unease

Unshaven face stares from the looking –

Glass, loneliness in the eyes betray guilt

Reflection of her naked flesh sleeping –

On the bed, you pause, you have yet to wilt…

“Want breakfast?” You speak up in a hoarse wheeze

She gives you that look – who knows what she sees….

  1. Kathy A. Barney says


  2. Margo Barotta says

    amazing stories Angelica .

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