A Poet's Haven

Always in her face, never in her eyes…

Game on, 

you know what you did…

The way you looked at that woman…

The one with the flirty eyes…

The one who refused eye contact with me…

Game on,

My dear, I had to give her my name…

How else would I have gotten us a table…

Game on,

I saw the way you looked at her ass…

She swayed her hips just for your eyes…

Game on,

My dear, you were walking in front of me…

It was your sway I was looking at…

Game on,

You didn’t have to be so polite…

I know how you look straight at me…

All the while you’re using peripheral vision…

Too scope out her body…

Game on,

My dear, as I recall you chose the restaurant…

You made the reservations…

Also my love, if I was out of line…

You would have nudged me under the table…

She didn’t give me her number…

I didn’t ask for her number…

I left with you…

So we could spend time twisting sheets…

Together…

Game over…