I see her through the clouds
Of the smoke filled bar room
Not a hair out of place
Dressed in leather and lace
Our eyes meet
My body moves towards her
As if in a trance
She greets me with a smile
And asks me to dance
She takes my hand
And leads me to the dance floor
With slow moves and in step
With the music we move together
Our bodies perfectly fit
When the music stops
She fades into the crowd and
Out of sight
I look around and see her
Standing by the light
She winks and waves goodnight.
Copyright@2005 Madeline C. Baxter