Her beauty was hard to beat
comprised of makeup put on real neat
captivating full of allure
it made her look real pure
as she looked me in the eye
my wit she did defy
i was taken like a bird to seed
consumed by beauty not greed
she was practiced at her lines so well
it was love i could tell
it was not till the morning sun
i realized she used me for fun
it was a short affair
i woke up and she wasnt there.
ERNEST CLARY
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-night-stand-15/
