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Theme: Desire

Meeting A Beauty

I read the menu at the restaurant, looked up and saw
a pair of brown legs stretching up to heaven and thought
this waitress is from Senegal, as all beautiful women are
born there, a poor country which God compensated by
given the people physical exquisiteness.
In my old man’s confusion I ordered goat chops which
were quite apt for my unbecoming thoughts.
When she served the food, I looked demurely down
but did see her white teasing smile and saw her walk away
moving like a schooner on the high seas.
No, I’m not an improper dirty old man and didn’t make any
leering remarks, but it was a moment when I wished to
be young and be able to admire beauty openly and my
admiration would have been met with a smile....and perhaps
a chance of a warm embrace.      


More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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