under the guise of a smooth dancer
he glides onto the checkered floor
slides towards the red, painted door
a smile with a hidden smirk
recognized only by those who know
he's only here for the show
impeccable dark grey slacks,
button down, shined shoes, pressed tie
head to toe, dressed to die
in the evening,
under the glow of a dark, inviting moon
he promises to call you soon
as you turn away
his grey-blue eyes dip and wink
once you've had a chance to think
change your number
erase the memory
of his flawless face
forget you ever
went to that place
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