Taking Her Measure

I eye her walking,
Watch her as we’re talking,
And think how she feels
~With arms wrapped around,
I know how high off the ground,
She stands and how high is her hem,
And remember where my hands have been,
Touching, exploring her body all over,
Yes I think I know my lover.

At the store
I stop and begin to explore
The dress of red, blue and green,
And even remember a dress tag
Left in an old shopping bag.
Remembering all that I’ve seen

I ask the lady,
If perhaps maybe,
She has the green in back
Because I don’t see it on the rack,
What size does she wear?
And I try to compare
Sizes and shapes in my mind
To the near by things I find.
But I know it’s just no use,
It will be tight or loose,
But just not right,
I’ll just bring her back tonight.