COMPETITION By------LIL

"You jealous?", I asked of my fellow one day. I'd been getting much more than my share Of whistles, lascivious looks from the men more than if I'd gone bare.

"Yes", he said dully. I patted his cheek, Said, "Honey, don't give it a worry. "I certainly won't have to-do with those dopes, "But it does put my heart in a flurry

"To see them react to the lift of my bra,

"The chrome spun spin of my skirt,

"My clatter of bracelets, my snugged-in waist. "Attention like that doesn't hurt,

"It's merely a treat to my ego, you know, "To let my appearance appeal.

"If you were a girl you'd know the delight "Of looking as lush as you feel."

He smiled ruefully. "That's just what I mean. "I'm jealous of all the attention

"That people pay to your charm as a girl...

"a feeling I hardly dare mention."

"You mean... ?" I said hopefully. "Mean it--I do!

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I took his hand, rushed to my place.

The same afternoon, again on the street,

I strolled behind loving his grace,

With a camera I caught the happy expressions

Of men admiring the flip

of the silver-thread-weighted great Mexican skirt ...the occasional flash of his slip,

And the shy-smiling glance of teenager boys

As they eved the curves of his breasts

Their slight bounce and flow..and the bare calves below, Silk smooth as they passed each eye-test.

A day later, pix finished, we sat in the park,

On our skirts we spread out the prints

And giggling examined the faces I took.

(I confess I started to wince)

At the looks he'd received (for all were deceived)

Those faces! Impassioned and zealous!.

So admiring of his lovely looks

That now I was unbearably jealous!.

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