Well I went to the bar one night
Just to have a beer.
Had to sit at a table to drink
Bar was too crowded to get near.
Right across from me was this lady,
Blond hair and blue eyes.
She was sitting by herself,
No other girls or guys.
She looked my way and winked-
What's a fellow to do?
I raised my glass with a smile,
And she raised hers too.
She came over and sat by me,
As close as close can be.
She whispered in my ear,
And planted a kiss on me.
I felt her tongue on my lips
Searching for mine to lick.
By now I had a yearning
And it was as hard as a brick.
With the dawn I gave a yawn,
The night went by so quick.
I wondered where the blond had gone,
As I needed another lick.
I found a note upon my desk
A simple word, goodbye.
Never did know her name,
But I missed her, with a sigh.
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and humor in your poem!!!
Lady Vivian
my, my, Oy, Weh!
Nothing like a lick and a prayer.
Here, there, and everywhere.|
In comes the night,
Out goes the light!
Flesh against flesh,
and sparks ignite!
Quite the coy boy, Roy!
(And I'm speaking of your narrator, George.)
That happened to me once. I was in my mid-twenties and accompanied my elderly cousin to a local hangout. A beautiful 60-ish lady in a gold lamee suit snuggled up to me at the bar and asked me for a light. My jaded starlet wannabe cousin got jealous and nixed the idea. I often wonder what my morning would have been like.