Tom Zart Poet Rhyme

Body Heat 105

We drank several glasses of champagne 
In the living room of her house.
Around 9:30 that evening, 
I found myself in her blouse.

I fondled and kissed her so gently 
Like the soft footsteps of a mouse. 
To my surprise, she opened her eyes
And said, "look, we're not going to play house."

I right away replaced her clothing 
And buttoned her blouse once more.
There was no doubt of my defeat 
As I lay there upon the floor.

She said, "tell the truth, are you angry?" 
I answered, by far I was not,
"It's more important what you think of me 
Than what I may not have got."

She wiped away a tear from both eyes
And said, "you're my kind of man."
At that point, she did arise 
And to me she held out her hand

She led me away like a blind man
Who had somehow lost his cane.
When we reached her bedroom door, 
I thought I'd gone insane.

Before long, we found ourselves naked 
As she held me in her palm.
Can you dare imagine, my friend, 
How hard it was for me to stay calm?

We searched all the forbidden places 
As our body heats reached 105;
If love's relief had not been achieved, 
I doubt if we'd still be alive.

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