She waited my table at a dive joint
I noticed her first when I came in
Whatever my type of woman is
She was it
Not wearing any make up
She had nothing to hide
She grabbed me by the ear
She had me
She was either sculpted by
The Gods, or by Buonarroti
Or earth-shaking love making
There she was
I slowly drank in all her features
And stylish clothes she wore
Scanning her from her head down
I found it
Of the gems she was adorned with
The one that struck me most
Was one on her left hand
Ring finger
I didn't envy the man too much
In fact, I took it as a challenge
I could tell by her grin
She was wicked
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
She waited my table at a dive joint
I noticed her first when I came in
Whatever my type of woman is
She was it
Not wearing any make up
She had nothing to hide
She grabbed me by the ear
She had me
She was either sculpted by
The Gods, or by Buonarroti
Or earth-shaking love making
There she was
I slowly drank in all her features
And stylish clothes she wore
Scanning her from her head down
I found it
Of the gems she was adorned with
The one that struck me most
Was one on her left hand
Ring finger
I didn't envy the man too much
In fact, I took it as a challenge
I could tell by her grin
She was wicked
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