Tuesday, November 12, 2013

When I light up a candle...

As I slide into Harrods, as expected, you were there
You caught me looking, every vein in me felt aware
The store was full, but in a second, they vanished in thin air
Ever so charming, you reminded me of the late Fred Astaire.

I traced your physique with my dancing eyes, hoping you would notice
Tall, dark and handsome with your skinny tie, accompanied by your Armani suit
My body escalated into tingles, you positioned me into a candy-coated hypnosis
With a resonant deep voice you said, "Hey.", I quivered and went mute.

I twirled my invisible split-ends; I figured it was hardly a mortal sin
The benevolent touch of your hand was like Chardonnay, it made my head spin
You know how to work up my appetite, accompanied by tonic and gin
You said your name was Gerard, and then my alarm ring…


©Sher™

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