The Third Prettiest Girl

The Third Prettiest Girl
by Jay Coral
the third prettiest girl
has her gentle hands
on the valley of her lap
she raises one arm
to hold her Mimosa
and sip the secrets
in her luscious lips
she does not smoke
she does not swear
she speaks sparingly
it is as if
she shies away
from her peers
she sits and calculates
her spark masked by her grace
her demureness bewitches
(i am led to believe)
finally i ask for a dance
and she replies:
why do i always attract the nice ones?

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