She sashayed across the room,
Fully aware of the impression she made,
Aware too of the eyes, mostly male,
Swivelling to follow her route.
She joined a group near the fire –
Watching eyes surveyed every move,
Every nuance of her facial expression;
Listening ears hung onto her every word.
A magnet to the men,
They gravitated to where she stood,
Vying for her attention
Like moths around a flame.