Bikini’d woman,
legs sans Frommage’,
lures me with photos
showing her decoutage’.

Not the bare midriff
with french-cut thighs,
but the conservative sweater:
THAT captures my eye.

And though she may think
that tempting photos capture,
it’s her witty banter and prose
that sends me to rapture.

For it’s a woman’s heart, mind and soul
that draws attention to where I want to go.