one hell of a night

it is in the lateness of the hour 

the clock ticks minutes off 

you say you will be right back 

do a disappearing act 

hey, what's up with that? 

later, when we're ready for bed 

you follow me down the hall 

to candles, music and turned down sheets 

something that's never been done for me 

romance done just right 

and it's one hell of a night!

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License