voice in the night

the look of sly

in her eye

me just stopping in

the smile of hither

on her lips

left my blood on boil

she said yes

she would go with me

I hoped the best was yet to come

We watched the owls

hoot in the night

but the best was yet to come

the touch the caress the kiss

her body burning mine

my fingers trembling, fumbling

the light that shocked my eyes

the voice the screamed "police"

the best was not yet to come
                                             gs batty

written for Carry on Tuesday