The high heels
Make her hips sway
As she cuts through.
The carefully drawn face
Something to hide behind.
Masking the insecurity.
The thrown together look,
Hiding as much as it emphasises.
A song fills her body and
Under her breath she hums
“For I’ve been a temptress too long”
The game she plays is too easy,
A glance, a flick of hair.
A smile, promising so much.
She lures them in,
Fluent in flirty banter.
Her fingers twirling a strand of hair.
With the hint of a fumble,
Most are snared.
But tonight she’s tired of the game.
Someone has caught her eye,
Maybe this one will be different.
“Give me a reason to love you.”
A Wednesday Three Word Prompt poem! This week the words were Fumble, Glance, Banter. I was listening to a Portishead song Dummy while writing this, which is where the quotes come from.