Monday, December 12, 2011

Girl - Robert E. Howard

Gods, what a handsome youth across the way.
What shall I do to make him notice me?
I must not be too obvious—there
I'll shift my dress, demurely and let him see
A quick glance of an ankle very trim;
Then blush and smooth my skirts down hastily
As if 'twere unintentional—Hell!
The fool's not even got his eyes on me.

3 out of 5