Small matter of manners
I should say.
Leaving the party when
Things are warming up.

There she was,
Belle of the ball.
Heaving bosom on display
Legs akimbo.

Drunk on some pink
Concoction of rasberries
And vodka.
Alco fashion victim.

Pleasantries exchanged.
Unspoken messages
Spelt out in accidental
Brushing of fingers.

Telegraphed climbing
Of stairs
To the powder room.
Pulse racing, knickers damp.

Sidling stranger
Slinks up in tow
Of the human
Condition.

When push comes to shove
Realisation of
The situation
Lowers expectation.

Disappointed floosy
Adrift on a sea
Of overcoats
Decidedly miffed.