She looks like a purring cat
When you tell her that she’s beautiful,
And her lips curl up into a smile
As she leans into you,
A long-nailed hand resting on your shoulder
With lacquered red lips against your ear.
There’s no shame, no shyness,
No hesitation in her voice
As she whispers to you,
Two simple words and then she’s gone,
A swirl of sequins and high heels
Moving away like water through your fingers.
She saunters away,
Confidence dripping from her,
And her words echo in your head,
Stealing the breath from your lungs–