pink shoes

pink shoes offsetting the red nail polish
she sits next to me slowly sipping at her juice,
is it mango or is it passion
passion, if i could only taste those lips maybe i would know
long sensual legs disappearing from just under the knee into three quarter denims
she flips through the fashion magazine,
my eyes following the movement of her lithe wrists
she glances in my direction
my heart skips a beat then starts to vibrate, my phone..
am on the phone but all am hearing is the rustle of the magazine
am speaking on the phone
but all i want to do is know her name
then i will know the sweetness of it on my tongue
she gets up and starts to walk away
pink shoes........