The Waitress
It’s her and not the Waffle House
That bids me come that way
Not the food or awesome prices
But her smile that feels like pay
Her beauty has me blooming
With stares and look and see
And as she takes my order
No other place I’d want to be
Her movements have me craving
The all she is to me
While simply wearing a uniform
She awakens my need to be
The kindness of her service
Would cure any lonely condition
There something more that arrives
Not coming from the kitchen
It’s not the place with something to eat
That turns that something on that’s missing
And never mind the jealous eye’s
That are there just like mine
Wishing that they were kissing
The cries and lies that beacon time
And suggest a cozy meeting
My turn that often comes and goes
with my always ever seeking
Away to be a little more
With would be love that's creeping
Imagine this a beautiful wife
Compleat with ring and hair
An overdose of happiness
Where few brave souls do dare
I settle for just the stolen moments
With my precious loving care
Glad to be without the worry
Of the eye’s that wink and stare
Copyright © The Situation | Year Posted 2024
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