She invited me to meet her family,
to show her house and hospitality,
to be not only neighbors, but also friends,
to find more time together to spend.

Sitting and laughing, sharing personal stories,
family history, old treasures and glories,
when suddenly her husband appeared
and offered to make me a cocktail—volunteered.

Wide arms, a muscular chest —
his presence pulls me out of rest.
Sports shorts, a simple black vest,
I look too long. I am impressed.

Perfect posture, thick hair turning grey,
I struggle to pull my vision away.

Sometimes you fall into your own hole,
and look quite foolish when you lose control.