Legs clad in sheer black silk
Skirt so short
Its barely there
Is she even wearing underwear?
Gliding across the dimly lit room
On heels, four inches high
Her gaze lands on you
You release an audible sigh
With long hair falling down her back
And mysterious green gold eyes
She glides right towards you
Coming to claim her prize
Standing as she approached the table
As any true gentleman would
Your reach for her hand to kiss it
Pull out a chair, as a gentleman should
You make small talk
The date goes well
How did it end?
A Gentleman will never tell…
