I like the curve of her neck

And her lightly tanned shoulders

I’m not interested in the drinks I’ve bought

Well, not as much as the way she has crossed her legs.

I like the way her mouth moves

Though I’m not interested in the words

Another part of me answers

And nods my head in agreement of something

Although inside

Inside my head

I rather like the curve of her neck.

 

I like her hair

I like the way it falls beside her face

And how the colour is so like that of her eyes

She’s got a lovely smile

And every time she pushes her hair back

I almost want to say that I could do that for her

But I don’t, I just smile back

And I wonder what she’d say

If I told her

And really said

How I rather like the curve of her neck