Fatal attraction

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I met her at the dry cleaners 

 

Putting my suit in

 

She, picking up an evening dress 

 

That showed a little skin 

 

Hair ruffled at the back

 

First attraction 

 

Fancy that

 

Wore Lycra like an athlete 

 

Blonde hair like a crown 

 

She gave me a sheepish look as she put her wine down 

 

Eyes blue, skin like milk in the night 

 

Not many words were spoken but she was a delight 

 

Now I am much older but still within the zone 

 

Of half my age plus seven 

 

So it is told 

 

Why should I look upon a maid that could steal all my worth 

 

But I battle forces within my mind 

 

Am I entitled to desert 

 

I hoped to see her again maybe to test the water 

 

Next day in front of me

 

I see 

 

Someone like the mother of the daughter 

 

Thinning hair ruffled at the back 

 

This one wearing blue jeans 

 

That were more than a little slack 

 

The face now aged

 

The milk had curdled 

 

Thank you Lord for helping me 

 

To get over this hurdle 

 

Beauty fades like a flower 

 

Should I jeopardise my Sanctity 

 

In these final hours

 

That's the game I had to play

 

In it I must choose 

 

Knowing that it's all or nothing 

 

I do not choose to lose. 

 

You keep me from temptation 

 

And always make a way

 

So for now

 

I will not vow

 

But worship you

 

Each day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 10th, 2024 01:26
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  • Doggerel Dave

    I was going alright with that - until you flunked it and blamed your Lord....🙃

    • 2781

      If it wasn't him it would have been my missing teeth.

    • sorenbarrett

      Temptation is a tough cookie to handle. Good for you.

    • sorenbarrett

    • arqios

      As with beauty there must be a notion that age is in the heart of the be-holder.

      • jarcher54

        Wise observation. As a young man I admired the young ladies in swimsuits at the pool... now as a seasoned man I only see the grandmothers who come along and sit on the benches in the shade. I don't even notice the youngsters. In other words, as the body ages, so do the eyes.

      • jarcher54

        I am with Doggerel on this one, but I was kinda hoping the end was intended to be ironic... fun little tour de force though!

        • 2781

          Thank you, all.



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