How to be a "Lady"

A head of luscious hair, sitting perfectly pomaded.

A martini dry, with 3 olives firm to the bottom of the glass.

A room with fresh white magnolias cut during peak bloom.

A handcrafted bag, with a crisp click of the clasp.

A fragrance sprayed in the warmest areas of the body.

A hug enveloped with comfort.

Legs moving left and right with no room to trip. 

Lips puckered in red.

A set of china passed down by an estranged aunt.

A place to rest where none of these things truly matter.