With a relaxing sigh,
I assumed my seat,
Like an outbound tide,
My tension’s retreat.
The waitress suggests,
With an intoxicating grin,
That I enjoy the house special,
A cool tonic and gin.
Surveying the bar crowd,
My eyes they did wander,
They followed her far stare,
I wondered, what did she ponder?
Twenty feet, perhaps more,
Nevertheless she sat near,
Her eyes spied my gaze,
Her lips formed a tight sneer.
With a glance to the floor,
My heart skips and jumps,
As I gaze and view,
At her high end black pumps.
I envisioned her sleek toes,
The shiny pumps they did cover,
With four inch stiletto heels,
Was she a clandestine lover?
My vision rose north,
And I found myself rocking,
Ogling a sleek toned calf,
Clad in a fishnet black stocking.
My eyes resumed their ascent,
To a thigh oh so taut,
The fishnet transformed into lace,
She had me tied in a knot.
Gazing even higher yet,
At this seductive young lass,
I found myself rewarded,
With a glimpse of bare ass.
Fishnet stockings and high heels,
She knew what she was doing,
My reeling senses thought,
She needed pursuing.
Before I knew what happened,
Her svelte hips she did lift,
With a wiggle and a shimmy,
Her pose she did shift.
Ever so slowly,
She re-crossed her fine thighs,
My opportunity lost,
All I could do was sigh.
Barely wrapped in her coat,
She exited hips shaking,
I found myself breathing hard,
My heartbeat quaking.
Had she even been there,
That sultry young miss,
Another tonic and gin I ordered,
And began my reminisce.
