I Heard I Might Find a Poet Here Part 3

Note: If you haven’t please check out part 1 and 2 before reading this. It will make more sense that way Thanks. "May I?" she asked motioning to my dog-eared notepad as a child might asking for a cookie expecting to be told it would spoil her dinner I took another swallow, my hand instinctively moved to the book to protect it or keep her from disappointment, maybe both "It’s just a love poem, no big deal," I replied as she inched closer Her perfume more intoxicating than anything Angelo had on that dusty shelf I felt weak as my mind went to another time where this sort of thing actually happened An old movie, fancy gowns, pinstriped suits and fedoras, a swing band playing for a crowded dance floor, champagne, diamonds and gold cigarette cases "Hey doll, can I buy you a drink?" I felt a tap on my arm as I snapped out my ill-timed dream to see an inebriated guy hitting on her She looked at me, eyes pleading though I sensed she could handle herself "She’s with me." I blurted as again that stardust smile returned to her face "No offensh pal, jush don’t see a goddesh round here too often." he slurred "Well she’s my goddess, now beat it." I barked in my best Sam Spade impersonation, feeling quite proud of myself She raised her glass again as I touched it with my bottle, we both took a sip "Thank you," she sighed reaching across me, laying her smooth hand atop mine still resting on the booklet "So you’re a love poet?" she said in a voice that could have turned winter to a summer day at the beach I chuckled, "I've been called that but not sure I’d go that far." Her fingers gently caressed mine "Are you going to let me see or do I need to get you drunk first?" she laughed now using a finger to trace seductive figure eights on the back of my hand My mind whispered, give her the book but my ego moaned, just enjoy her touch a little longer... my mind won She excitedly took it like I had just handed over the keys to a new Jaguar I watched as mahogany eyes perused my words, Warm me this evening neath satin affection Find in my lips every need and desire Touch me with wings soft as midnight sonatas Floating on dreams filled with all you require Dancing to melodies sprinkled with stardust Under a shimmering hypnotic glare Lie in my arms until sunrise is calling Here on this night that we both long to share Oh my, she sighed melting faster than soft butter on hot toast “That is the most beautiful poem I've ever read, "I hope you don’t mind" She leaned in and kissed me, her moist lips drenching mine, then said "I’ve never kissed a love poet before"