The Best Laid Plans Danced Away
The time was approaching for the weekly dance.
I had a date.—– I finally took a chance.
Soon, we were there, out on the floor.
We had the moves. Everyone yelling for more.
Moving in & moving out. Dancing toe to toe.
While everyone around was yelling ‘Go man go!!’.
The sweat was popping out of my head.
My feet were getting tired, feeling like lead.
Finally, we had the chance to dance slowly.
She snuggled right up to me, fully.
After a couple slow ones, it got fast again.
I would show her she was more than a friend.
I started with the ‘Dirty Dancing’ grind.
She was moving well. She didn’t seem to mind.
Belly to belly. Belly to back.
Better than making love in a Cadillac.
Everyone stopped just to watch us go.
It seems we were really stealing the show.
I said “It’s hot in here. Let’s go outside.”
She said “Keep on dancing. Right by my side.”
I said “Let’s stop and get a drink.”
She said “Drink, drink, drink, oh fiddly dink.”
“I can dance with a drink in my hand.”
She didn’t want to stop. Neither did the band.
Seems I started something I can’t stop.
I felt like stopping, right on the spot.
But, this girl was ‘hot’, in more ways than one.
Later, I wanted to have another type of fun.
I thought, maybe, I could fake a fall.
A ‘sprained ankle’ would end it all.
Then, I figured she would find another.
Nope, I had to keep on dancing. Help me mother.
We danced till I thought I couldn’t dance no more.
Finally, the time came to go out the door.
It turned out she was too tired for anything but bed.
So was I when all was done and said.
——————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)