The Stranger

 

He was tall and lean and rough,
The sun had turned him brown;
With eyes of piercing blue,
He stripped my body down.

I looked at him with anger,
His gaze was cool and calm;
He knew within a moment,
He could have me in his palm.

I did not know his name,
I didn't really care;
This man I was to love,
Was filled with chance and dare.

He looked me over again,
As I blushed down to the core;
Then by the hand he led me,
To a bed as he shut the door.

His love was bold yet gentle,
As he made my body warm;
His kiss demanded all,
But promised me no harm.

As I laid beside this stranger,
The man who was so bold;
I knew I'd never forget him,
As I grew gray and old.