Into Something Good
She was flirting a lot with me.
Maybe she thought that I didn’t see.
She made her actions more obvious yet.
Wanted to make sure I didn’t forget.
Finally, I walked over to her table.
I started talking with her as I was able.
I was always pretty shy.
It may surprise you for a guy such as I.
I was tall, muscular, and quite handsome.
Or, so I have been told by female ones.
We hit it off fairly smoothly.
I didn’t mind. I wasn’t choosy.
After a few drinks, we decided to leave.
Go where there is live music, you see.
We danced up a storm for several hours.
Time went by fast. The night was ours.
Before long, it was time to say goodnight.
We both agreed our time was out of sight.
We decided to try it again real soon.
On the drive home, I wanted to swoon.
I was a good boy, like I should.
Still, it seems, I am into something good.
————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)