Category : Poems

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There you are strolling about 
a drink in one hand and a
 smoke in your mouth
A dimly lit club with familiar
 people, as you say your hello's 
you are greeted by the females

Watching you interact, touching 
The very small of their backs,
 tender, gentle, a romantic perhaps

My finger, now moist from 
the liquid in my glass like 
a potion that I'm brewing 
and I intend to cast

A hunger in your smile here
 and there, as secrets from
 these beauty's are whispered 
in your ear

Competition is confirmed, 
and it is going to be tuff 
as to have one of these
 bunnies is what you lust

Rescued by thirst, 
and only remnants in 
your glass mother nature 
now calls and you can 
move on at last

 With experience of a gigolo
 you mingle the room, 
blessed with 
the looks of a prince..
oh yea your good

Walking my direction
 Your approach is near 
in about thirty seconds 
my motive secret..
but very clear

As a woman unknown has 
just crossed your path 
you stop in your tracks to
 turn and look back

Where is she from..
Why is she here…
What should I say….
"can I buy you a beer?"

This is a first,
 one of it's kind..
you haven't no words
or pickup lines

It's now or never
 you say to yourself, 
like time after time
you dive in head first

but tonight will be different 
and you will be left stumped
 "what just happened..
was I just dumped?"
as you yourself……..
are now…used goods