Park Bench Tales and other writings

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Invitation to dance with her

Invitation to dance with her

She sent me her pictures to entice

Why shouldn’t we meet since she lived nearby

I looked at one and then had to look twice

She wanted a liaison where no rules would apply

Was she just like the others and what did this mean

Another girl with a vivid imagination to tease

She might have bags of energy but I’d run out of steam

I could barely offer satisfaction let alone please

Like a fool I said yes and we set up a date

A mad rush of blood In for a penny in for a pound

Was I led up the garden path after she’d opened the gate

I’d hobble along and she’d go with a leap and a bound

She was a bundle of energy and she held nothing back

Whatever I offered I would still be in arrears

But she was gentle and kind and she had the knack

I held back the tears as she rolled back my years

All seemed so easy and I grew happier by the hour

Her laughter was infectious and she never stood still

She was working my loins and giving me power

Together we sweated and made it and climbed Pendle Hill

Copyright: David Hopcroft June 2023

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