an old fashioned stave

Twas the night…
Your foot steps tapped ever so lightly
On my door step
And to open with such delight.
So inviting and transparent
You danced across my heart shaped living room.
The room lingering with the smell of wine and all that fashion.
I have retired from throwing rocks at your window.
I have your attention and gaze.
Yet, other men must wish you were for the taking.
Mere men drop like fly’s at your beauty….

~ by johnlinnell on February 16, 2009.