SHIRL

Shirl,
She was the girl
I met at the Plaza
And took for a twirl.
With her long, shapely legs
And blonde lacquered hair
No wonder I felt attracted to her.

I remember the moment
That instant in time
When I felt her body
Pressed against mine
The thrill of it all
I'll never forget
How we smooched round the floor
To the Alan Price Set.

I chatted her up
As the music played on
Asking with interest,
"Where are you from?"
"Dudley," she said
with a smile in her eyes.
"Really?" I said,
Thinking: That's bloody miles!

But when the sounds stopped
I was still feeling keen
Of all the girls there
She was the best I had seen
In the soft focussed half-light
She appeared quite a dish
So I plucked up my courage
And gave her a kiss.

The heat of her cheek
Held up against mine,
The scent of her perfume
Through the passage of time,
All seem as fresh
As they did on that night
When I wrapped my arms round her
And drew her up tight.

She responded with a passion
That left me breathless
As I peered down at the cleavage
Restrained in her dress.
And while my thoughts dwelled
On the size of her bra,
I cursed my bad luck
At not owning a car.

?Copyright Paul Holmes 1999