It was her voice that caught his attention
A singer's voice
Sharp, clear and captivating
As she spoke
He looked upon her as if she was
A sculpture in a garden
Carved by the skilled hands
Of a divinely gifted artist
Her hair cascaded in curls
Long and black
Her body
Womanly curvaceous
Sensuous
There never will be a time
When he doesn't remember
That evening in May
He walked over to her without hesitation
Begging forgiveness
For intruding
But would she indulge
Just one dance
As they moved across the dance floor
He was
Drowning in a vision
That he knew would never leave him
And he became overwhelmed
By that deadly combination
Of desire and appreciation
But he refused to say the words
That begged to be let out of his mouth
Just this one time he would not
The music stopped
And he walked with her
Back to her friends
Saying goodnight
He turned away
Motioned to his friends
It was time to go
So he left
And every now and then
He relishes the memory
When he chose to retreat
Before shattering
Another delusion
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