a weekend away, to forget

I was a guest,
For a weekend away,
To forget,
All of that.

We arrived,
They in their room,
Me in the guest one.

Change for dinner,
Meet on the deck,
Out your (my),
Sliding glass door,
To walk down the path,
To the dinning room.

Walking down the path,
Stopped next door.

Greeted and welcomed in,
For a pre-dinner drink,
And, of course,
Introductions,
Of me,
The guest.

The two of them,
With their daughter,
Making three,
Walked on down the path,
Now a group of six.

Dinner was a buffet,
As, I was told,
it was every Friday.

The six of us at a table,
Me next to their daughter.

After dinner,
Conversation,
Dancing,
A couple of drinks,
Some laughter,
And,
Flirting.

My hosts left early,
A headache —
So they said.

My guess,
A “something” ache,
Of a very special kind,
As intimately,
As they had held each other,
While they had danced.

Continued - - -
Dancing,
Drinking,
Talking,
And,
Flirting.

Walking the path,
Back home,
Her parents glanced at her,
Then me.

She said,
“I’ll show him the way,
I’ll walk him home.”

She took my hand,
Strolled on past her place,
(Her parents’ place),
To my door.

I slid the door open,
Saw two glasses,
And a bottle of wine,
On the table,
With a note.

“Sleep late,
Follow the path,
Breakfast is served,
Until 10,
Lunch from 11 ’til 1.

She had stepped past me,
Opened the bottle,
And poured,
Two glasses.

As I turned to her,
She handed one to me,
And said,
“We might miss breakfast,
If that’s OK with you?”

I toasted her,
With a smile,
Winked over the rim,
Of the glass,
And said,
“What time,
Is dinner served.”