a night out with you.

neon lights, soft lights, a cigarette lights.
jazz music, soft voices, my heart sings.
martini glasses, beer glasses, mugs on the table.
happily, we smile and chat away.

sinking into the couch beside you,
i feel your knee brushed against mine;
i brushed you out of my mind.
and the gentle blush, i knew could blame the wine.

i look at you, you look around, you look beautiful.
in the unfarmiliarity, a sense of old i feel.
could be the music, could be the sounds,
but without denile, i knew it could be you.

the lights danced off your face,
i danced in your arms,
my heart danced in its place.
swiftly you twirled me to the jazzy tunes.

the night is late, the night is ending,
yet the night is still young.
as we walked out of the club towards home,
you said, "now that it's just the 2 of us, the night has just begun."