Whiskey and Lace
He noticed her sitting at the bar
Nursing a whiskey – on the rocks.
She seemed to savor each sip.
He noticed the lace of her bra
That she allowed to peek out
Of her half-unbuttoned blouse.
They started to talk.
His eyes kept drifting to that lace.
Her eyes kept drifting to her glass.
He bought her another drink; whiskey-rocks.
She smiled.
Eventually they left the bar
Both a little buzzed.
He invited her home.
She smiled and said ‘yes’.
Lucky for him he had a bottle of Jack
On hand and poured her another drink,
Over rocks, of course.
She smiled.
Ever so slowly she showed
Him more lace.
He smiled.
She liked her whiskey,
He liked her lace.
Roy W. Backes
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Roy W. Backes - Poetry 