I check my make-up one last time
in a vanity mirror bought for a dime
A single spray of perfume a dab on the wrists
Channel no 5 iswhat you insist
A flick of the hair and a nervous giggle
a sway of the hips, I saunter, wiggle
I hope my nerves won't fail me when we meet
they should't says my inner conceit
I straighten my bra straps perk up my breasts
under a low cut dress at your request
Locking the door behind me I think of the night ahead
Undoubtedly we'll end up in bed
You promise dinner, champagne and other worldly treats
yet about those we'll have to be discreet
I hope the night lives up to what we both expect
and that there is no disrespect
The car waiting outside is the colour of gold
the colour of money and power or so I am told
The restaurant lively and the food expensive
You stare at me enchanted yet pensive
The champagne flows like a sparkling river
invisible hands waiting to deliver
We bump into your work members and friends
You show me off to no ends
I lean close to them when they take my hand
I laugh at their jokes at your command
We dance I twirl and twist
As you assist
I am the ballerina in the box
escaping from broken locks
dancing under the spell of the jeweled songs
You take my hand and dance along
You smile as you tell me it's time
You don't notice the hesitance in mine
We reach your house and you park
under a large oak tree in the moonlit dark
The leaves whisper as we walk to your door
We enter and are strangers once more
You draw me close and pull me down the hall
to your bedroomwhere i'll give you nothing or all
A kiss on the neck and a stroke of the thigh
my dress over my head arms raised to the sky
A quick embrace and your as naked as me
Now equals in our vulnerability
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