Remembering the first time I saw you,
Your body swayed and flowed with the refrain.
You played the classics as well as the blues.
Emotions I felt I could not explain;
I wanted to go backstage and remain.
Your skill alone surpassed by your allure.
Upon your soul I saw no blot or stain;
You were petite, enchanting, and demure.
Eroticism had prevailed; there was no cure.