Shafts of sun rays dance across his lap
His day of labor now behind him
He relaxes into a large leather chair
Legs extended, his feet are bare.
The air he breathes around him
Is filled with the scent of pine
The ceiling and walls with knots intertwined
Give a visual rush while he sips at the wine.
Staying in this incredible lodge
Could anything get any better?
The sounds of John Denver
And a Rocky Mountain High
Sends this man's soul flying to the sky.
Grabbing through the purple haze
The sun forfeits position
Leaving an outline of magnificent peaks
Moving to a night time transition.
His eyes catch movement to his right
A beautiful leg in a red shoe
Manicured hand reaching down
Peeks his interest, what can he do?
He slips on his moccasins
Heads for the bar
Grabs up a stool
Lights a cigar.
Quickly he peers at the chairs now before him
Laying his eyes on the woman in red
Consumed with the loveliness he was now seeing
Asked her to dance and yes is what she said.
He put forth his hand
She place hers in his
Not a ring on the left finger
He was sure she was a Ms.
The music all enthralling
This beauty in his sway
A lady in red was dancing with him
Taking his breath away!
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