The
smoke filled the dark room
Shadows
cast from a waning moon –
The
music played soft and low,
And
my thoughts she didn’t know!
Such
beauty my eyes did behold,
But
I’m sure life has taken its toll –
Then
she turns with a glance
Wondering
if she’d like to dance?
The
night was moving too fast –
Opportunities
like this seldom last!
So,
it was time to make my move
Whiskey
pouring down was smooth:
Thinking,
words will come somehow
Knowing
she is, “The cat’s meow!”
Thomas
Theophilus© May 4, 2025
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