We met
in the heat of the discotheque
they played the sixties
all night long
afterwards
I jumped the queue for kebabs
and you had Shish,
Later still,
the hesitation before a kiss
frightened I'd miss the moment
but never
did
and confirmation
of a further assignation
at the discotheque
where we met
next Saturday night
feels like
a hundred year wait
until we get back on the
dance floor
and gyrate once more
to the beat
I can still feel the heat
of your lips.
It's not wishing on a star
that has brought me this far
it's the red vauxhall viva
my fathers old car
she
sits
under the hanging dice,
I think
our names on the windscreen
would look rather nice
she
says
no
and I go along with her.
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 1:14 AM UTC
We met
in the heat of the discotheque
they played the sixties
all night long
afterwards
I jumped the queue for kebabs
and you had Shish,
Later still,
the hesitation before a kiss
frightened I'd miss the moment
but never
did
and confirmation
of a further assignation
at the discotheque
where we met
next Saturday night
feels like
a hundred year wait
until we get back on the
dance floor
and gyrate once more
to the beat
I can still feel the heat
of your lips.
It's not wishing on a star
that has brought me this far
it's the red vauxhall viva
my fathers old car
she
sits
under the hanging dice,
I think
our names on the windscreen
would look rather nice
she
says
no
and I go along with her.
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