Nymphette
She twirls, an innocent
pixie dust pirouette,
glittering in the lamplight,
a stray carnival pinwheel.
He is still, on the sidewalk,
transfixed, as her dress
blows upward in the wind
and he cannot help but stare.
Expanse of leg, pretty, turned ankle,
knobby knee.
She laughs and he longs
to be the source of her laughter,
the pale, upturned face,
long lashes, eyes dark
with forbidden thoughts.
His hand reaches out,
grasps a curl,
and she is gone,
traipsing through the lavender
back to safety’s door.
A whisper on the wind –
“I’ll wait for you”.
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