Twisted

I fell for her

When she twisted her leg

Was raining like hell

Yet could hear the bell

Me, on my knees

As she rose in her tees

Couldn’t stop my stare

Such beauty, so rare

So warm and so chic

The only one, sick.

Pretty woman, She

Woke the Man in me.

Needle in her arm

I was the one in harm

Haven’t I gone insane

Said to me, my brain

A tear in her eye, she smiled

Without a drink, I highed

My heart hardly listened

It doubled beat, she glistened

Then came my moment of truth

Without a fragment of ruth

“Thanks Doc, here comes my beau”

Enters my Son, “Dad, You Knew?”