An older man tries to bring back his youth if just for an evening.
Our first encounter was to be at half past eight
And I already liked her because she was not late.
We met at a hotel for dancing, dining and wine.
A girl took our order and the band started promptly at nine.
She was a vision in black off-the-shoulder with pearls.
In her hair was a flower that blended in with her soft curls.
She was pretty to look at with the lights turned down low.
I could not wait to hold her so we danced when the music was slow.
She was light on her feet and her softness made me start to feel
Like a young man again and her fragrance made my senses reel.
Once more around the floor and we headed back toward our chairs
But she took my hand and shifted her gaze toward the stairs.
If I thought she was pretty in that black cocktail dress that she wore
I was near overwhelmed when that garment slipped down to the floor.
The soft music played in my mind while she drove my tense body insane
Then the music grew louder and thundered till I could no longer retain.
I lay there wondering how she was so good at what she just did.
Then it came to me. Hell, she’s been doing this since she was a kid.
I got ready to leave–put her money on the stand and said, Goodnight.
It was good, I guess. It was almost like love…but not quite.
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