SMOULDERING EYES

 

                                SMOULDERING EYES

 

        Dashingly groomed, greeted by host at nine

        swiftly located bar for vodka and lime,

        mentally secure, scans incoming guests

        assessing style, glamour, beauty, elegance.

 

 

        Bees to a honey pot, create jovial noise,

        waiters weave, trays of champagne, artistic poise,

        a gala evening, he stands, with glass in hand,

        unobtrusive, yet able to view dance floor and band.

 

 

        Predinner drinks, canapes, chatting, what a blast

        his heart flutters, a real-life dream appears at last,

        their smouldering eyes transfixed, exulting emotion

        ensuring a spontaneous sensual divine devotion.

 

 Alan Pinkus                                                     alpinkuspoetry.blogspot.com