Hot damn…


 Hot damn…

Prettiest woman in the dance hall,

looked at me and shared her enticing smile.

I inventoried her long legs and her tight black dress.

She was a wild orchid in the smoked filled bar.

Her face, gentle and so sweet, made me wish for the dance of the gin and the sin.

She was ambrosia in the mist of the whiskey and the chaos.

I knew she was folly and careless angel.

When you kiss a siren, when you want a siren,

no way back to safety,

no way back to sanity.

She was walking toward me,

her long ginger hair moving with her hips, legs and shoulders.

I loved her demanding coffee brown eyes and her sweet smile.

She touched my shoulder and she whispered.

A soldier drinking alone, Austin city, biggest sin.

Dark is the night and when we seek the whiskey only.

We can’t know…

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