Poster Girl

 Her beauty extended far beyond her face, and her laughter was truly captivating. Her presence brightened up a room, and her eyes reflected her true self deep inside, which few people ever saw. She was every man's pin-up, defying age and time. Her posters faded on bedroom walls and magazine covers from decades ago sit on her nightstand, dusty reminders of yesterday's fame.

She once lived a life of glitz and glamour, when women's clothing left you wondering what lay beneath the silk and lace. Her creamy complexion, with rose-colored cheeks and cherry lips, were kissed a million times under the cover of night by a young man's infatuation.

I saw her from afar today; her hair showed streaks of silver, and her dress was a favorite of hers that showed a little leg and accentuated her cleavage, which she knew was worth a second look. A small crowd gathered around her at her favorite coffee shop, someplace she went every day, knowing her fans would find her, and they never disappointed.

It wasn't the size of the crowd that mattered anymore, but it was nice just the same.

I slowly walked to her table as she signed the last poster, then placed my own poster on the table and asked if she would sign one more. She smiled at me with a look like she knew me and asked who to make it out to. Just make it to Richard, I said, and she looked up at me with those eyes that reflected her true self.

We spoke of many things, like dancing in the moonlight under a star-filled night, the songs of the big band in the distance, and never wanting the dance to end. She thanked me for the dance as she joined the crowd of men around her, pleading for just one twirl around the dance floor as I leaned on the bar with her scent on my suit coat.

Life was grand, don't you agree, Richard?" she asked me, as she took my hand in hers and closed her eyes, as if remembering that night a long time ago. The small crowd was anxious for her autograph, so I quietly walked away, thanking her for being my poster girl. I noticed a twinkle in her eyes as she waved goodbye and blew me a kiss from those cherry-red lips I had kissed so many times under the covers.

Mike 2025