Chatting at the bar
waiting to order
I admire her
skirt
tell her she's
delicious in it.
'Oh, you flirt! '
she flirts.
Says she likes my jeans
(how the diamante applique coils & curls
about the thigh)
'Oh, yeah? '
'Yeah! '
Says I'd look better
in her
skirt than her
that I've got
better legs
than her.
'Ya wanna bet? '
'Yeah? '
'Oh yeah! '
I squeeze out of my jeans
she unzips her skirt
(our nether attire around our ankles)
we step out of
our respectibve male & female
roles
swop
stand there at the bar
sipping cocktails
with suggestive
names
untio we are asked
to remove ourselves
from this
establishment
this premises
We leave arm in arm
I as her & she as me
me in my sexy tartan mini
(a tight fit...I admit)
she in jeans just...a little too big for her
leaving a trail of laughter
like neon light on a rainy night.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-yeah-yeah/
