Mr Smooth

I’m in despair,
Racking my brains as I maintain the stare.
Every second sucking at my confident redeploy,
Moving me crabwise from the man to the boy.

It’s twenty paces across the floor,
From me to you, or to the door.
This tidal beat’ll take me where I wanna go,
One question: Should I ebb or should I flow?

Quit the inquisitioning, requisitioning,
Time for the acquisitioning.
I’m looking at my target and I’ve got a lock,
Six seconds later: We’re alone on the same rock.

A voice declares: “Mr. Smooth and the future Lady Smooth”,
As I kino your arm with my slow motion move,
No names, its all about the mystery,
No lines ‘cos turn-offs, turn-downs and turn-outs are history.

I’ve got three minutes to squeeze out the sceptic,
Press the right buttons and draw out the amoristic.
I knew you’ve got the looks, and now I can see,
You’ve got the spirit to match and you know you match me.

Time’s up and I’ve made my impression,
Your number on my hand, not the time for suppression,
Time’s right so I take a tip from the pros,
The time is now, and I step up for the kiss close.

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