That Girl (NPM 10)

[Frank E Gibbard]

Exotic location

the girl, an ocean

ozone, a waft

of suntan lotion.

She is walking

men are gawking,

eyes appraise

a body born

for warming rays.

Hypnotic hips

go swaying,

her sashaying

along the beach.

Pink lips part

as if she sips a

succulent peach.

Some males think,

was that a wink?

Imagination does

its wishful thing

that and man's fatal

fascination.

A bossa nova's

playing over and

over a figment

from Ipanema

is fading, samba

sounds are still

pervading so all

that remains sax

and marimba

refrains and a

final ... ah.

[Tinker]

Hi Frank, Were you writing this to the rhythm of Girl From Ipanema? It almost has that beat. I liked it but I think I would like it in longer lyrical lines. The rhythm would still be there just more fluid which is what the samba is. Just my opinion. This was a fun read.

 

~~Tink