She was beautiful
black, lustrous hair,
skin that shimmered,
eyes a man could
fall into and drown
and she chose me (me!)
stepped in front of me
and gave me a smile
that fastened my feet to the floor.
You celebrate the holidays
don't you? she purred.
Uh . . . yeah . . . sure.
(I have such a way with words)
She touched my arm.
Good, she said. I'd like
to show you something
over here and nodded
her entire magnificent body
at a kiosk filled with jars
and bottles of something or other.
I took a last look at her.
I don't think so, I said
and escaped, my wallet
and self-respect intact.
I'm still regretting it.
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