With a relaxing sigh, 
I assumed my seat, 
Like an outbound tide,
My tension’s retreat.

The waitress suggests, 
With an intoxicating grin, 
That I enjoy the house special,
A cool tonic and gin.

Surveying the bar crowd, 
My eyes they did wander,
They followed her far stare,
I wondered, what did she ponder?

Twenty feet, perhaps more, 
Nevertheless she sat near, 
Her eyes spied my gaze, 
Her lips formed a tight sneer.

With a glance to the floor, 
My heart skips and jumps,
As I gaze and view, 
At her high end black pumps.

I envisioned her sleek toes,
The shiny pumps they did cover, 
With four inch stiletto heels, 
Was she a clandestine lover?

My vision rose north,
And I found myself rocking, 
Ogling a sleek toned calf, 
Clad in a fishnet black stocking.

My eyes resumed their ascent, 
To a thigh oh so taut,
The fishnet transformed into lace, 
She had me tied in a knot.

Gazing even higher yet, 
At this seductive young lass, 
I found myself rewarded, 
With a glimpse of bare ass.

Fishnet stockings and high heels, 
She knew what she was doing, 
My reeling senses thought, 
She needed pursuing.

Before I knew what happened,
Her svelte hips she did lift, 
With a wiggle and a shimmy,
Her pose she did shift.

Ever so slowly, 
She re-crossed her fine thighs,
My opportunity lost, 
All I could do was sigh.

Barely wrapped in her coat,
She exited hips shaking, 
I found myself breathing hard, 
My heartbeat quaking.

Had she even been there, 
That sultry young miss, 
Another tonic and gin I ordered,
And began my reminisce.