Sometimes at the Friday disco
I really like just sitting and watching,
with a pint of cider and a bar of chocolate,
the same attractive lady dancing.
Without a partner, of either sex,
just on her own she brings to life
the music's rhythm able to flex
her presence into sensuous sight.
I like her voluptuous body swaying,
the concentration on her face,
the sinuous angling of her hips
that pulses beauty into space.
She never seems to notice me
although she cannot help but know
that I'm there watching her again.
We certainly never meet eye to eye.
But I think she likes my admiration
restrained by my propriety
so disco evenings we enjoy
each other's stand off company.
And that's as far as it goes.
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