SMOULDERING EYES

 

                                SMOULDERING EYES

 

        Dashing, groomed, greeted by host at nine

        swiftly located bar for vodka and lime,

        mentally secure, scans incoming guests

        assessing style, glamour, beauty, elegance.

 

 

        Like bees to honey pots, create buzzing noise,

        as waiters weave, with cocktails, precise poise,

        gala evening, he stands alone glass in hand,

        discerning couples dancing front of band.

 

 

        Predinner drinks, canapes, chatting, what a blast,

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

        smouldering eyes transfixed, exulting emotion

        ensuring spontaneous sensual divine devotion.

 

 

     Alan Pinkus                                                      alpinkuspoetry.blogspot.com