He touches his hat as he saunters past.
She sits in her furs, a touch of real class.
He brushes a speck from his trousered thigh.
She brushes his arm as he passes by.
He adjusts the cuffs of his fine silk shirt.
She from the bar stool adjusts her short skirt.
He unbuttons his coat with suave aplomb.
She checks breast-buttons and unfastens one.
He flashes a wallet and looks her way.
She flashes a smile and her gold chains sway.
He thinks this classy girl will just about do.
She thinks he is ready, - and she is too! !
To be Continued............
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/touch-of-class-2/
