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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  • Teves on Nov 16, 2009

    Well written Ken…

  • goindia on Nov 16, 2009

    Great thought. Well arranged.

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  • drelayaraja on Nov 16, 2009

    Well written thoughts. I liked this poem.

  • Lord Banks on Nov 16, 2009

    Well written sad ending though poor fellow, loved it.

  • abhishek40914 on Nov 16, 2009

    nicely written liked it

  • ashan1614 on Nov 16, 2009

    Great twist at the end! Well done, Ken!

  • deep blue on Nov 16, 2009

    Too young to be an expert on the trade. At least she managed to give you a feel of your bygone youth days…. There should be an international discipline to uphold such tradition without the monetary considerations. An International Geisha Society of sorts. Hmmmmnn, they managed to pull that same crap in bonsai culture all over the world, what do you think? It’s nice having you back, Ken.

  • loualbert on Nov 16, 2009

    I was waiting for the end of this one, and the end took me by surprise. So she turned out to be one of those. You pu it well: almost love but not quite.

    Please, spread the news that I`m back on the site,

  • Christine Ramsay on Nov 16, 2009

    That was a great read, Ken. At least you enjoyed it while you could. I am so glad to see you back writing again.

    Christine

  • Jenny Heart on Nov 16, 2009

    Great one! Glad you’re back!

  • Ramalingam on Nov 16, 2009

    You have returned with a vigor of a youth that reflects in your poem too.Thanks for sharing.

  • Darla Cooke on Nov 16, 2009

    An excellent poem!

  • lillyrose on Nov 16, 2009

    LOL… that made me laugh my head off! especially this bit.

    \\\\\\\”She was pretty to look at with the lights turned down low\\\\\\\”

    why didn\\\\\\\’t you just put a bag over her head and be done with!

    I loved the poem as it stands and the twist was coooool x

  • Themax on Nov 16, 2009

    very well written thanks for sharing !!

  • Jamie Myles on Nov 16, 2009

    Well done! Great twist at the end.

  • Marie Antoinette on Nov 16, 2009

    Loved it, great ending with a twist.

  • Tanya Wallace on Nov 16, 2009

    Loved it!The poem brought a massive smile to my face! I knew you would have a brilliant ending,you always do!! Very glad to have you back my yank friend!!It’s about bloody time! lol

  • Aiyanna on Nov 16, 2009

    Very well written :) You could actually picture the whole thing… :)

  • PR Mace on Nov 16, 2009

    See I knew you would be back, you love us all to much to stay away. Loved the poem about your sweet sexy lady of the night.

  • cutedrishti8 on Nov 16, 2009

    Very well written…Great to see u back after a break…

  • chitragopi on Nov 17, 2009

    Surprise end. Not romantic.

  • AlmaG on Nov 17, 2009

    Wonderful post! As people grows old, memories keep them young because memories never grows old :)

  • Lady Sunshine on Nov 17, 2009

    Yay! You posted new poetry! See how beloved you are? The curse of being popular. :P

  • Nydia Esther on Nov 17, 2009

    :) enjoyed reading this.. :)

  • Ruby Hawk on Nov 17, 2009

    Ken, you scalawag, I see you are right up to par.

  • Grace Kathryn on Nov 18, 2009

    I enjoy your writing, but I prefer happy endings! I guess some of the old rules are not so bad……try to get to know someone first.

  • wonder on Nov 25, 2009

    A wisecrack .Loved the eloquent joke

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