smooth white legs

She dropped to her knees And his eye's hit the back of his head Everything held dear lay scattered like the sheets on the bed Nothing else mattered as he felt his face turning red He was flattered the seduced by an angel with smooth white legs She dropped to her knees He drew breath in the still hotel air Worlds apart and towns away from the life's that they led In their eye's and in their drink they knew how the evening would end A hand brushed her knee then feasted on smooth white legs In the morning what is there left to be said In the silence they can read what's in each other's head In the morning at that place where a conscience is felt Who requests a number who wants to scheme again She dropped to her knees and collected her clothes from the floor Dressed herself in silence then slipped the catch on the door To return to the real world of loneliness work and debt Smoothed the creases from her skirt right down to those smooth white legs