It was a lonely night in August (Do you want to go to heaven)

 

 It was a lonely night in August

She was sitting at the end of the bar when I saw her

With the little wine and a little time, she would be a prize to win

I'll never forget, I remember it yet, the taste of that clear, pure water

But that preacher's words could not be heard

As she whispered, "Come on in"

… She said, "D'you wanna gow t' heaven?" 

And I said, "Yeah, just lead me on"

Taze my hann, c'n yoo feel thad feelin'? (take my hand, can you feel that feeling?)

I said, "Yeah, just lead me on" (and I said yeah, just lead me on)

It was a lonely night in August, the kind of night where the darkness seemed to stretch on forever and the air was thick with humidity. I walked into a bar. The sound of laughter and music filled the room, but I felt a sense of isolation that seemed to weigh me down.

And then I saw her. She was sitting at the end of the bar. A glass of wine in front of her and a distant look in her eyes. There was something about her that drew me in, something mysterious and alluring. With each passing moment, I found myself more and more intrigued by this woman who seemed to exist in her own world.

I couldn't resist the urge to approach her, to strike up a conversation and break the silence that hung heavy between us. As I made my way over to her, I couldn't help but notice the way her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the bar.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked, taking a seat beside her. She looked up at me, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Surrre, why nod?" she replied, her voice soft and melodic, sexy and slightly slurred.

"Isssa lonely night, izz'nn it?" she asked, draining her wine.

I nodded in agreement. Then I asked, “can I buy you another?” She nodded yes. Over the next glass of wine, we spoke of small things at first, exchanging pleasantries and sharing stories of our lives. But as the night wore on and we grew more comfortable in each other's presence, the conversation petered out, as she drank more and more. 

She bared her soul to me in a way that I had never experienced before, and I found myself captivated by her honesty and vulnerability. In that moment, I felt a connection with her that transcended words and touched something deep within me.

With each passing minute, I felt myself falling under her spell. There was a sense of inevitability in the air, a feeling that we were meant to meet on this lonely night in August. And as the hours slipped by, I found myself drawn to her in a way that I couldn't explain.

"D'you belize in fade?" she asked suddenly, her bloodshot eyes searching mine.

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. But before I could form a coherent answer, she reached out and took my hand in hers, her touch sending shivers down my spine.

"Cum wiss me," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the bar. "I c'n show yoo somethin' byoooful, somethin' beyonn yer wildezz zzreams.

"I felt a surge of adrenaline course through me as I gazed into her eyes, seeing a depth of emotion that took my breath away. In that moment, I knew that I had a choice to make – to follow her into the unknown, or to stay safely within the confines of my own comfort zone.

And so, with a sense of trepidation and excitement mingling in my chest, I made my decision. I rose from my seat and took her hand in mine, ready to embark on a journey that would change my life forever.

Standing, I realized she was drunk as she swayed and leaned agenst me. The last button on her pink top gave way, finally freeing her firm mellons. I longed to save her beauty, but instead pulled her to me and led her out into the night. 

As we walked out into the night towards my truck, the darkness seemed to part before us, revealing a path that led into the unknown. And as we strode forward together, hand in hand, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be-with her, on this lonely night in August.