when she reminised, she kinda missed, the boy she kissed, when she was pissed.
on the floor, his moves were poor, but she was sure, she wanted more,
she caught his eye, he didn't know why, was kinda shy, he was her guy
she let the beer, control the fear, and moved in near, tried not to leer,
he was hot, they smiled a lot, and on that spot, both soon forgot,
the world outside, eyes wide, hands on her side, a wild ride
each change of stance, not just a dance, but a chance, of romance
the song got slow, he bent down low, she couldn't say no, wanted it so,
she felt the bass, her heart race, and face to face, they did embrace
they say, on holiday, you can play, and not have to pay,
but thats not true, though the hours were few, the cheque came due, she never knew
that in what begun, as just fun, her heart was won, by someone's son
and now she misses, the drunken kisses, and kinda wishes, she was his missus.
Written Dec 2008, an unusual poem to reflect an unusual relationship.
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This has a playful, stream of thought feel to it - nice work*
Blessings.
Sincerely,
-Liane Schmidt.
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