Gentle. Twenty-two brides called her a saint; your thigh undoes her.
Witty. Your coach, still holding the rope.
Naughty. Steals your Tuesday nights, unpaid.
Bold. She holds every key in the building; his hand turns the rest.
Confident. Great laugh; something the towel can't hide
Confident. Silver bob, warm-flushed belly, hips bolder than her smile
Confident. Apron-smoothed, unbothered, hips like Sunday gravy