God's night off
Breathe in the sweet deep perfumed air
The hour is late, soft auburn hair
Who could resist, who could not care?
God help me, I'm in trouble here
'Twas just a drink, a passing smile
Sit down and spend some eyeball time
A low-cut dress, a kiss and then
God help me, I'm in love again
She reached the fabric of my soul
From where the core was sore exposed
She touched my heart, she kissed until
God help me, I said, 'Yes, I will'
The room was warm, the woman 'Wow!'
I said I would, can't back out now
She asked if I would stay the night
God help me, I've just said I might
A window open to the stars
The moon looked down, she's in my arms
She begged 'come on,' I could not stop
Thank goodness it was God's night off
© Joseph G Dawson
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