And the man stood at the bar A whisky delicately he held His smouldering looks caught her eyes The silent type that attracted her to him The outline of his athletic build beneath His casual clothes cast a shadow of desired thoughts She half listened to her friends conversation She just nodded in agreement to the discussion Maybe the martini was begining to take control She couldn't control the hot flushes And the man at the bar enjoyed his free time Unaware of the woman with temptation on her mind She criss cross her leg in the direction of him She dubiously played with her wedding ring Briefly his eyes noticed her through pillar mirrors A fleeting look, what luck she shyly smiled at him He gestured towards her with his glass Above the noise of the disco she nodded to him Her wedding ring absent Inserted in her hand bag She cinvinced her self that her husband Out of town Wouldn't know about the illicit fling
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