In a club

You offer to buy me a drink

When I can get one for free

I gaze into your eyes until

you look but do not see

 

I wonder what your name is,

I ask; you have to tell

I stare quite deeply, you don't mind

For you're under my spell

 

I stand and start to leave this place

You follow without question

I forget now but I think

I made a small suggestion

 

I smell perfume, flowers

I drink sweet, red wine

Know you wouldn't mind

Since you thought me divine

 

I click very softly

Thus breaking the trance

And find you still ask me

if I'd like to dance

The End

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