Barstool Dreams
You left the bar stool aching;
I could see it in your folded hands
the hint of a wish to ask me to stay;
Why didn’t you smile an invitation ?
I could see it in your folded hands
a night that was so captivating;
Why didn’t you smile an invitation?
Dimpled words and a biting lip;
A night that was so captivating
the hint of a wish to ask me to stay;
Dimpled words and a biting lip,
you left the barstool aching.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2021
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