2 pitchers of beer
That one look...Running your fingers
through your hair,
flipping through a book.
I couldn't help but stare.
Looking for something
you were lost and confused
while i sipped my drink
enchanted and amused.
Before i could think
you came up to me
Hell broke loose
You were all i could see
the way they moved, your lips
pulled you closer
bent forward to kiss
Just then the floor trembled
"Sir", someone murmured
"Closing time". O dear
i drew a deep breath
drank the last drop of beer
Poetry by existence
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Written on 2010-09-15 at 19:28
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