Met him leaning against a punch bowl
waiting to be seduced
by yet, another wanton woman.
Eavesdropping silently heard her ask,
“What do you do
with that handlebar mustache
during relevant times?”
Watching them from across the room
Saw him flash her a knowing smile
That illuminated her eyes
With a thousand stars from the night sky,
And a look answered by twinkling dark eyes.
How is it?
Some cowboy attorneys can part the punchbowl
Enthrall female law students
Complete a Supreme Court brief
Lock away the bad guys, and still…
Make it home in time for dinner?
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