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Remember Last Night...

Remember last night
Your heart beating next to mine
Yes, remember last night
When we were feeling so fine

You were in my arms
didn't want to let you go
I held you close, so tight
feeling the want begin to grow

Swaying and sweating hands
holding to that smokey song
Never thinking of tomorrow
Not caring it was wrong

Breath full of dizzy whiskey
Caressing fingers down your spine
I couldn't stand up but couldn't fall down
I hung on last night, when you were mine

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Again, written while listening to the blues and remembering a night long ago, dancing in the back room of a bar, fifteen years old, with a woman twice my age, [a friend of my mother's]. I still think about her coffee skin, the smell of her perfume mingling with the smell of whiskey and the scent of musk. We never spoke of it afterward, although we shared knowing glances whenever we happened to meet. A Mona Lisa smile and the brush of my hand as I tried hard to re-engage, but no such luck.
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reading this poem was almost dancing in an erotic dream. beautiful and nostalgic. I really liked these lines:

Breath full of dizzy whiskey
Caressing fingers down your spine
I couldn't stand up but couldn't fall down
I hung on last night, when you were mine

*hugs, Cat

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and thanks again. This woman was a dear friend of my mother's, and she was mortified that she had succumbed to her base desires and told me so. She has long passed now, but I had seen her shortly before she died, and we shared one of those
secret looks. 20 years hadn't dimmed that Mona Lisa smile and I wore it all the way home. ~ Geez.
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found it bittersweet...

*hugs, Cat

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I was nearly
19 she maybe like fifty
with a low down hubby
she clenched me under her arms
but excited though I was
couldn't come under her charms

but surprisingly
I still feel warm
though she has merged
since mighty long

How to me
that memory does still belong
How now still I wish

A reflection of lovely encounter! perhaps you are reminiscing about a long time meet.

Beautiful lines...

Breath full of dizzy whiskey
Caressing fingers down your spine
I couldn't stand up but couldn't fall down
I hung on last night, when you were mine

Excellent!

"Poetic license
gives
the poets
the free will to
embroider a good tale
and deviate from the established rules of language"~Jackweb

Indeed, this was a memory that I have kept for a long time. ~ Geez.
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It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

author comment

I think you have mastered romance writing. One can only hope to have such a magical night with someone who means so much to them and if they can't, reading a poem like this brings all the feelings to the surface. Great read.

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