He Wore Women's Shoes
There you are
strolling about
a drink in one hand
and a smoke
in your mouth
A dimly lit club
with familiar people
as you say
your hello's
you are greeted
by the female's
Watching you interact
touching the very small
of their backs
tender, gentle,
a romantic perhaps
My finger now moist
from the liquid in my glass
like a potion that I'm brewing
and I intend to cast
A hunger in your smile
here and there,
as secrets from these beauty's
are whispered in your ear
Competition
is confirmed
and looks pretty tuff
as to have one of these
bunnies is what you lust
Rescued by thirst
and only remnants
in your glass
mother nature now calls
and you can
move on at last
With the experience
of a gigolo
you mingle the room
blessed with
the looks of a prince..
and lines so smooth
Walking my direction
your approach is near
in about thirty seconds
my motive secret..
but very clear
As a woman unknown
has just crossed your path
you stop in your tracks
to turn and look back
Where is she from..
Why is she here…
What should I say….
"can I buy you a beer?"
This is a first
one of it's kind
you haven't no words
or pickup lines
It's now or never
you say to yourself
like time after time
you dive in head first
but tonight will be different
and you will be
left stumped
"what just happened..
was I just dumped?"
as you yourself
are now
used goods
Copyright © Donna Newton | Year Posted 2018
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