French Kisses (I.P.)

She caught my eye and blushing, averted hers

and glanced self-consciously at the other 'Monsieur’s'.

I don’t know why but I had a sort of feeling;

I was calm in control, yet with senses reeling!

Intertwining her fingers, she glided toward me;

a goddess, a vision; a French Aphrodite.

‘Aimez-vous danser avec moi?’ Err...I'm sorry...?'

I ask, si vous aimez à…come dance with me?