MISTAKEN IDENTITY

 

“Bob, go to the Hilton” I was told “and meet Sam Barrowclough”

A lunchtime meeting at the Hilton sometimes life was tough

I was expecting a Yorkshire man with whippet on a lead you see

With a copy of the pigeon fanciers weekly laying on his knee

A dour Yorkshire man wearing cloth cap and dressed in tweed

So was not prepared for who it was to greet me I must concede

The whippet welding Yorkshire man had turned out to be

A very pretty young woman who was called Samantha you see

She was actually a stunningly beautiful petite young blonde

The type of delicious creature it was impossible not to be fond

She introduced herself with a broad smile and a hearty hello

I stuttered out my own introduction by way of a quid pro quo

She offered her hand to me in greeting and I accepted it gladly

Her hand was soft and smooth like silk and gripped mine firmly

In my large paw her little hand was almost like that of a child

In silence we continued to shake hands and we both just smiled

We held each other’s gaze and hand perhaps too long slightly

We both laughed nervously, and her cheeks blushed brightly

She then turned away and bade me follow which was no chore

I followed her exotic heady fragrance out thought the door

Silently she led me down a corridor in the lounge direction

I followed mesmerized by her form and admiring its perfection

Even wearing four-inch heels I marveled at her daintiness

Only reaching the dizzy height of five foot three more or less

The straight blonde hair cascaded onto her shoulders softly

A fitted silk blouse complemented her waifish frame perfectly

She had the tiniest of waists and the slenderest of hips to swing

And pert round buttocks contained within the tailored skirting

Then the shapely legs clad in stockings unless I miss my guess

The overall effect was stunning, and I was smitten I will confess

Then sunlight illuminated her form through silk and cotton

The sudden transparency left nothing at all to the imagination

Seemingly completely oblivious to the effect she had achieved

On the red-blooded men in her wake, she’d never have believed

She stopped by a vacant seat and slowly turned towards me

This caused the illumination of her fine breasts for us to see

The vent on her skirt caught momentarily on a cushion pad

A glimpse of her stocking top confirmed the suspicion that I had

She effortlessly and elegantly slipped into the vacant place

And gestured for me to sit beside her in the neighboring space

Not coy she sat straight-backed upright confident and proud

Her voice was strangely hypnotic clear and soft but not loud

Once again, I was completely enveloped in her intoxicating scent

Then she opened her briefcase and deftly removed the document

Like a precious work of art, I had admired her from a distance

Now I could examine in detail every brushstroke every nuance

Her blonde hair cascaded onto her slim shoulders like fine rain

The sun was highlighting strands like spun gold again and again

The golden rain tumbled to caress the nape of her neck gently

Coming to rest on her soft silk covered shoulders diffidently

I was transfixed by the vision of golden hair framing her face

Of pale alabaster like porcelain on a doll or like a Greek grace

Her eyes stunning and captivating were of translucent green

And her nose was small and angular sat perfectly in between

Her mouth was only narrow, but the lips were full and luscious

As she spoke the pale pink lips glistened moistly and sensuous

I would blush to my roots if our eyes met however fleetingly

And then a smile would dance about her mouth provocatively

I turned my attention to her slim pale arms naked and bare

The suns illumination fringing like white gold the downy hair

Then her small delicate hands with fingers so elegant and slim

No bitten or false nails just naturally well cared for and prim

Also, no rings adorned her fingers in fact there was no jewelry

But then no jewelry could ever improve on this beauty before me

Suddenly she dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it

Causing her blouse to gape revealing her breast well just a bit

Just the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill

Enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses and thrill

Then she catches me letching and smiles as I avert my gaze

Now it’s her milky white flesh that blushes in a crimson blaze

All too soon our short business meeting was at a close and done

I felt her soft and delicate hand in mine and then she was gone

So, blinded by her beauty and intoxicated by her sweet perfume

I could barely stammer out a sentence before she left the room

I was left with only the exotic fragrance lingering about me

Feeling quite despondent and in a strange way quite empty

In my hand I found her business card as you would expect

Then I turned it over, like you would, to more closely inspect

A handwritten note and number was not what I thought to see

Here’s my number, call me soon, I’d like to see you socially