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Shirl

By PaulJ

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Shirl,She was the girlI met at the PlazaAnd took for a twirl.With her long, shapely legsAnd blonde lacquered hairNo wonder I felt attracted to her.I remember the momentThat instant in timeWhen I felt her bodyPressed against mineThe thrill of it allI’ll never forgetHow we smooched round the floorTo the Alan Price Set.I chatted her up As the music played onAsking with interest,“Where are you from?”“Dudley,” she saidwith a smile in her eyes.“Really?” I said,Thinking: That’s bloody miles!But when the sounds stoppedI was still feeling keenOf all the girls thereShe was the best I had seenIn the soft focussed half-lightShe appeared quite a dishSo I plucked up my courageAnd gave her a kiss.The heat of her cheekHeld up against mine,The scent of her perfumeThrough the passage of time,All seem as freshAs they did on that nightWhen I wrapped my arms round herAnd drew her up tight. She responded with a passionThat left me breathlessAs I peered down at the cleavageRestrained in her dress.And while my thoughts dwelledOn the size of her bra,I cursed my bad luckAt not owning a car. Written October 13th, 2001 © on Oct 13 2001 03:32 AM PST   0 • 14

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"Shirl,She was the girlI met at the PlazaAnd took for a twirl.With her long, shapely legsAnd blonde lacquered hairNo wonder I felt attracted to her.I remember the momentThat instant in timeWhen I felt her bodyPressed against mineThe thrill of it allI’ll never forgetHow we smooched round the floorTo the Alan Price Set.I chatted her up As the music played onAsking with interest,“Where are you from?”“Dudley,” she saidwith a smile in her eyes.“Really?” I said,Thinking: That’s bloody miles!But when the sounds stoppedI was still feeling keenOf all the girls thereShe was the best I had seenIn the soft focussed half-lightShe appeared quite a dishSo I plucked up my courageAnd gave her a kiss.The heat of her cheekHeld up against mine,The scent of her perfumeThrough the passage of time,All seem as freshAs they did on that nightWhen I wrapped my arms round herAnd drew her up tight. She responded with a passionThat left me breathlessAs I peered down at the cleavageRestrained in her dress.And while my thoughts dwelledOn the size of her bra,I cursed my bad luckAt not owning a car...."

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