Sometimes the old lines are the best.
I always thought that I was above what’s called love at first sight
But brightly colored sparks erupted when we first met that night.
I made my way to her bar stool although I’m lost for a cool line.
I finally came up with an oldie–I asked, “Your place or mine?”
To my surprise she turned and said she really liked my style.
Let’s try my place, she said, and become friendly for awhile.
“Give me some time to straighten up a bit and come around at three
Tomorrow afternoon.” She spoke while looking lovingly at me.
It’s a fine accomplishment when one makes a long story short
So I’ll not bore you with graphic details in this personal report.
When I arrived she let me in; she was clad only in nighttime wear
And led me straight to the bedroom like she had no time to spare.
Without telling secrets I’ll say in was a day I will not forget.
She knew more tricks than a circus pony–sheets were soaked with sweat.
I hated to leave while our hearts were beating to a phantom metronome
But I knew I must. I asked her, “When do you expect him home?”
Very nice poem! 
very romantic and naughty,Thanks for sharing
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