What would you do?
I stopped to stare.
There she was, leaning,
Against the bright blue door
Of the balcony on the second floor
Watching the people pass her by
On that Sunday afternoon
At the harbourside.

Blonde hair, wavy and long
Flowed around her shoulders
Framing the beauty of her
Bright blue eyes, and 
Those bright red lips.
Her breasts, pulled closely,
Her body, pinched at her waist
By that tight yellow dress.

Oh! that dress
Hugged her like paint
Clinging to its life-long mate
I stared at her hourglass figure
Broken only by the
Long legs that didn't have a care
About her simple white shoes
And lost, ever upwards, into the yellow dress.

She watched me stare
Her head bowed in denial
And the pout on her face
Told the story of old
Raising her head
She then stared back
With attitude of strength, that
I always lacked.

I thought she would win
That I would look away
But I stared her out
Putting her out of her pain
I raised my finger 
And beckoned her forth
She walked with such elegance, such grace
And a slight smirk upon her face.

Her closeness electrified me
Her secrets were told
No knicker-line for this girl
And no bra to behold
The simple yellow dress 
Was all that she adorned
Did she need to show me her beauty
Did I need to be told.

Her hand reached behind my neck
Pulled me in close, to her
Biting red lips
She pecked at my lip
Then smothered them with hers
Behind the scenes
Our tongues - twirled.

What would you do?
With this vision of beauty
The yellow buttons that undid
Of their own accord
Falling to the floor
The dress now gone
I broke the kiss and
Stepped back to adore.

A girl no longer, in that bright yellow dress
The woman before me, naked, and yet
I remember back 
To those wonderful times
Of the one that I loved
The one that I married
The one that discarded
That tight yellow dress.