I walked into the crowded room
With people raising glasses
It was smoky like the old days
And I thought that I was back
Then I saw her in a black slinky dress
Sipping a glass of wine
Our eyes met
In a sweet caress
There was a hint
Of a smile
On her lips
I went up and the conversation
Started easily
And my night
Was hers.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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