I met her by way of introduction
T'was introduction through a common friend.
Though clearly, her intent was my seduction
(He sent a man that he could recommend).
I found her door - I did not need directions
Friday night in the suburbs (at a loose end).
She opened her door, her glance a flash of fire
And in that glance, I saw her hot desire.

No one could deceive her, least could I
A destiny sweet lady in that look.
If only for one night now then I cry
I cry for both of us the years forsook.
To write this poem from my memory
(Another of my lovers in life's book).
She glanced for just a second, then she sighed
And invited to her flat I was inside.

From that flash of fire, that single glance
It seemed that I had known her all my life.
Her eyes spoke volumes, all of it romance
(Something that doesn't happen quite enough).
We drank red wine, like ruby in a glass
And from twin glasses made a lover's cup.
I'd say within the hour - or lesser still
We're romping on her eiderdown's soft quilt.

Her name was Sharon (a different girl this time)
Both twenty-six, and do what thou wilt.
I touched her hair brunette, it was sublime
That night a blessing, hours without guilt.
I scarce do justice to her in this rhyme
Words cannot describe our pleasure felt.
Our kindled energies were hot indeed
And joined in this night as one our need.

I must admit I like a girl with curves
And figures some describe as Rubenesque.
I hope to paint a picture with my words
(Although they are but an arabesque).
My poetry this purpose has now served
(A memoir best have something to confess).
What some call love, and others fornication
So Sharon please accept this dedication.

I send a kiss wherever she is now
And soon I'll send this poem to the ether.
This is my tribute and softly spoken vow
That finds its way thus unto many readers.
Maybe a spark in other hearts will sow
(These - my words - are without regrets either).
Sharon, if you read this, it's my homage
Our night's passion - is remembered on this page.




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