He Wore Womens 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 females
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 it is going to be 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 experience of a gigolo
you mingle the room,
blessed with
the looks of a prince..
oh yea your good
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 2011
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