The Bar

Listening
strum of the guitar
smoke cascading
puffing on a cigar

He noticed her across the bar
a sheer blouse
cut down so low
she knew where his eyes would go

"Look at those knockers
man, what a stack
i must touch-
must have that rack"

That little flirt
in her tight mini skirt
sauntered through the room
laughing, batting her lashes
giving tiny teasing flashes

Men crowding 'round
to buy her shots
she was workin' it
was workin' what she got
right there in that very spot

Turned around with a nod
she was making a pass
raised her glass
with a big smile gave him a wink
and sipped her drink

He sat back and admired
that lil vamp
or is that tramp?
she ran the table
she was willing and able

It was cool
she was no fool
she knew how to play
leaning in, giving lil' peek
that girl was on a winning streak

"Wait till later..."
he chuckled with a smirk
as he continued to lurk
spinning 'round and 'round
now she's out on the dance floor
making him want her that much more

"That woman's hot
look at her rock"
wonders could she handle his cock
she looks up, catches his stare
acts like she dosen't care

He slams his drink
watches her slink
she licks luscious pouty lips
exotically shakin' her hips
"Another cocktail" he demands

Teasing him
with a mischevious grin
she was reeling him in
little did she know
he had plans of his own

Her eyes blazing fire
burn intensly with desire
into him they bore
willing him for more

"This might take a while"
he said with a knowing smile
in his bed she would be
before Dawn's early light
she would be his tonight