Manners Maketh…

Hope this one puts a spring in your step at the start of a new week 🙂 I’ve added the audio recording here: https://audioboom.com/boos/4737400-manners

 

The dance was full and crowded
With many at the ball.
He spied her through the throng
And heard her siren call.

She’d seen him too, and thought she knew
The type of man he’d be.
Tall and dark and debonair,
Who behaved impeccably.

They met with just their fingertips;
He asked her for this dance
And led her to the dancefloor
His eyes swift-stealing a glance.

“May I?” he said, and led her round
And apologised for his grace
(Specifically, the lack thereof,
And the reddening of his face)

The belle in blue was smiling too,
“Never you fret, my dear”
Both were manners and courtesy,
And maintained a civil veneer.

Round and round, the dance went on,
From one song to the next,
Drawing ever closer,
As the music weaved effects

Her skin was pale and perfect,
But there was fire in those eyes.
A playful smile upon those lips,
And all that that implies.

He leaned in close, drank in her scent,
And whispered in her ear
Some words I will not share with you,
But whose intentions were so clear.

He led her from the dancefloor:
They weren’t seen the rest of the day.
Manners will take you so far,
Then devil the rest of the way.

 

Picture credit: flickr.com/photos/npmeijer/5943001077