there was something in the air alright.
she was a bit short but lovely
with legs to die for and a set of feet
that matched the gams like perfect crystal
tumblers filled with single malt scotch.
a little acne but nothing that wouldn’t
clear up after a time or two
in between the sheets.
i thought i was being discreet.
or was it something else?
you caught me looking at you.
i caught you looking at me.
the situation was awkward at best.
a lovely short pink skirt and those legs.
the pink was perfect against the asian olive tones
of your skin.
i thought only of sin
those almost perfect feet.
it became a sorta open i’m lookin’ at
you deal going back
sexual tension in the air.
oh, lord. oh, yeah.
sadly, the wrong place and the wrong time.
so it always seems.
time to go.
you just stood there alone.
full on face.
i was radiant.
the timing so bad i ached.
i just wanted to take your hand
walk someplace and talk.
to see if it was real
or just another phantom
in the night.