How The Night Would End

She stood there by the juke box
listening to music that her dollar played
I watched from my smoky corner
as her rounded hips so gently swayed.
She must have felt me watching
but she was not concerned
Lifting her skirt slightly
up on bare toes as she turned.

Eyes met in the darkness
across the smoke filled room
Passion having its beginning
I felt it grow and bloom
Rising from my chair to greet her
I reached out to take her hand
She danced out to meet me
and she seemed to understand.

Hearts beating to the music
bodies closely pressed
A tango, or a samba
I was a man possessed
Laughter there inside her smile
neither wanting to pretend
Dancing toward the open door
knowing how the night would end