With her complexion, Any color goes. On close inspection, Her fine figure glows. Pastels, she’d prefer, In undies, I think. If left up to her A pale passion pink. She models a set Of undies each day. Such pleasure men get, When glancing her way. She’s there in plain sight, Behind the clear glass, All day and all night, Watching strollers pass. Though a certainty All envy her skin, There’s no vanity In a mannequin. *** © By RickMack (Rmrickmack@aol.com) Watch these pages for more poems by RickMack. In the meantime, click the links below for other poems and stories by the authors at Lara's Den. The Kite That Got Away I Can See His Face Buzzards Out The Big Window Procrastination Proclaim The Percolator And.......for many others, click the index image. Graphics by Marilyn http://graphicsbymarilyn.com graphicsbymarilyn@yahoo.com