AFTER NINE

©RYAN GUILEY

She stood with glamour eyes,

So, beautiful, I was just hypnotized,

The aroma of fresh cut salty fries,

As she placed in the box a kid’s prize.

Hearing her soft voice saying “Hi”,

As I knew that instant I was her guy,

Rushing to get cherry lip balm, I had to buy,

As her lips were completely dry.

The glaze on her lips were so wet,

I just wanted to kiss her, if she let,

A perfect time would come to be set,

Thanking the restaurant where we first met.

It didn’t matter that I smell like grease,

She still loved me as I continue to please,

I had an awful hair style that she just teased,

I propose there, and got down on one knee.

Leaving roses on her car, in the parking lot,

She was always surprised as I never got caught,

When she came out, in street clothes, she was hot,

And then 8 years later, we tied the knot.

Being the passenger, as she drove to my door,

Who I just wanted to be with and be with her more,

Those blouses were smoking hot that she wore,

I was invited to her house, as she gave me a tour.

The place where she rests her head,

The table that she sat and got feed,

The couch at night where she read,

As I knew we were going to be newlyweds.

The hangers hung with clothes in the closet,

Shoes piled to the top, as she was all set,

Sandals and even boots if her feet got wet.

As I kissed her right there without any regrets.

Her eyes were fantastic as they shined,

As it was a moment, nothing was left behind,

I can still smell her perfume as she was fine,

As she dropped me off, it was after nine.