In the Pink
The Mobile girl connects with me.
Delectable in cupcake dress
transmitting domesticity,
she percolates with politesse.
Her swanlike, elongated arms
are moored demurely at her side,
with standing at attention palms
whose slides alluringly provide
direction to her product pitch.
They skirt just past her garment’s waist,
as though reluctant to unstitch
its seams with seeming brazenfaced
routines. But signal vibes that she
transmits are mobile to a T.