She
strutted in a peach lace skirt,
Engaged in conversation.
Her legs were bare for temps were warm –
From tights, a liberation!
Engaged in conversation.
Her legs were bare for temps were warm –
From tights, a liberation!
It
brought me back to younger years –
That breeziness and hope,
When sunny days held promises
Which left no time to mope.
That breeziness and hope,
When sunny days held promises
Which left no time to mope.
Her
office beckoned, I was sure
But there’d be time to flirt,
For how could anyone resist
That brand-new peach lace skirt?
But there’d be time to flirt,
For how could anyone resist
That brand-new peach lace skirt?
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