The door creaked and I craned my neck
to get a better look at who walked in.

I saw sultry, pouting lips and an ***
that moved in indignant little circles
as she walked up to a stool at the bar.

My lust was provoked immediately,
and I knew that she knew it by the
way she checked her hair and makeup
in the mirror behind the speed rack.

She was already naked in my mind's eye,
already leaving me in my sad imagination.

It'd been maybe three minutes since she
walked in that squeaky front door,
but I'd already had more than enough.

I left half a beer on the bar
and strode out into the night
without ever even knowing
her name.