A sing song nod
Of easy acquiescence.
Just you wait til she reverts to sulky adolescence.
The bright spring of early love.
In happy hands and flicking silky strands.
She stoked her bare arms.
Luring him in.
Look how I stroke.
And tossed her head.
Look how uninhibited I am.
Wait until the hormones and hatred over step the mark and leave you deadpan.