No Cure For A broken Heart

My friends took me to this place,
where the women had the finest face.
I went out to this curious spot,
and I saw no big deal coming into the parking lot.
It was night, and the breeze you could feel,
but it was a place they said my broken heart would heal.
I showed my ID to the well-dressed man,
and he winked his eye as if he knew a secret plan.
I walked in a dimly set floor,
only to see there were no windows on the door.
As my eyes adjusted to what I was around,
the music seemed to shake the ground.
Then I saw what they wanted me to see,
a woman of great beauty clothing free.
My eyes embraced her every curve,
and it was hard to think of what to be served.
My friends laughed as I could just stare,
then she caught my eye and walked over like she could care.
Her hands waved in my face and she then tuned away,
more then my mind wanted her to stay.
She spoke but I could hear not a word,
but it wasn't her voice that I wanted but that's absurd.
After the music died down she asked me for a private dance,
I dared not get up if not to reveal my harden lance.
She saw and smiled and told me to come,
so I did my heart beating like a drum.
She danced and I excited I must confess,
then she proceeded to dress.
We had drinks and talked just about everything,
we jabbered away as the cash register did its ping.
Then when I looked for money for the next round,
I saw I had no money and looked up and she was not around.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2004

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