It is more about me
than about you
when I imagine you
Sitting with your legs
crossed
drinking
your Chablis
I swagger over
with my drink
holding you with my eyes
Wanting you to sip
your wine
and to my surprise
Your eyes
catch mine
as I turn away
ashamed
My eyes slowly
drift back
to you and your
cigarette
Wanting your company and yet
I see
you were waiting
To meet someone
as you sat patiently
across the way
With my imagination at play
we kiss and embrace
Not knowing but still showing emotion
as we go through the motions in your arms
smelling perfume letting me wonder as my mind
wanders taking you to your room as if we knew
each other better than who you were waiting for
drawing off of your cigarette
Catching my stare as you blew
the breath into the air
I was taking a chance
your beau was not into romance
And I could dance our one and only dance
As you finished your smoke
I joked with your
Fancy as my imagination
was getting antsy
was getting antsy
as I thought to chance before your romance
Showed wondering if I could show you a better time
Pondering
Asking your name
I clumsily tried to explain my right
To sit down
afraid of imposing
with a frozen expertise
I thawed to remember
you were a lady to please
Pleasing to the eyes
knowing I would never see you again
As I accepted humbly and stumbled
back to my gin
After hearing your heart
was waiting for a show from a
friend
Who intended to know
you even though I never endeavored
Taking you away
I only wanted to show you a good time
as I was going away
I introduced my love to you
At least my interest
was appearing
Not like your Steve
I was Stu loving
and endearing
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