In a darkened room deep in the crowd
A familiar tune – the music’s loud
Spotlights dance around the stage
With knowing glance, I turn the page
I see her and she’s dressed in black
Not in person – in paperback
Will she pose for me tonight?
I hold my breath –follow the light
Through the haze all I can see
Are models strutting purposefully?
Then I spot her walking proud
The clothes she wears delight the crowds
Her sultry eyes and jet-black hair
All I can do is sit and stare
If I can get my timing right
Who knows – she could be mine tonight?
Out of reach – a designer’s dream
She is a peach – the catwalk queen
We all desire – but cannot touch
My hearts on fire – she means so much
Her picture in the magazines
Leaps from the page into my dreams
Maybe one day she’ll be mine
Then we can leave this pantomime
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Author:
Andy Hunter (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A bit of fun for a change
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Comments3
She looks like a girl who you would want to walk all over you.
Hope your dream comes true.
Thanks Paul 😂
Great stuff, Andy - sometimes, just sometimes fantasy can be better than reality, and a lot less complicated....
Cheers Dave, enjoyed writing this one.😃
One day that dream will come true Andy.
Andy
🤣
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