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-Black Suede
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~C~
Every now and then
you come strolling thru my mind.
Hauling back old memories
of the sweetest kind.
Of a wonderful chance meeting
on a crowded dance floor.
Just once in your arms
left me desiring more.
Your jacket was tweed
but you were wearing Black Suede.
Its scent coyly beckoned me
with each movement you made.
This first night of contact
lead to so many more.
Those days spent with you
I came to adore.
Come dance with me Joe
twirl me round and round.
Let's relive old memories
of a new love found.
Aaaaah yes, memories of the sweetest kind! For you it's Black Suede, for me it's Cool Water. It's funny though, how the same scent worn by someone else just doesn't have quite the same effect, don't you think?
Anyway, this is yet another wonderful poem, keep up the great work:)
~Aileen
phil-carcione@attbi.com
Your first stanza say's it all and really leads into the rest of the piece. I liked it very much.
Every now and then
you come strolling thru my mind.
Hauling back old memories
of the sweetest kind.
Simply Wonderful!
~Phil~
Cologne. Black suede. How tactile. James