Approved reversal of power

Her eyes
were everywhere, and all of our eyes
were her eyes. She entered the room

as if we'd been warned. We hadn't.
Her face was like a table,
all of us gathered around it
waiting, late. To begin

Her breasts laid claim
to our minds, in a delicate
plunge of decolletage
from parted collar
to her top ununbuttoned
button. Cute

as she moved in, eyes
were all over her blouse,
her skirt, her leggings - different-color eyes.

Our eyes,
hers. She crossed the length
of the room, her legs like scissors - her hand
speared a chair, pulled it out.
Maneuveringly, she slid around,
stretched her back, and sat. Her hips
ever so shimmied as
she tugged her risen hem
and eased in comfortably,
excused by our struck silence.

"So," she paused. "Shall we begin?"

Our mouths had been hanging open
all this time in answer.