Those Lips
Those Lips
I was sitting in a booth at Boomer's coffee shop,
it was two a.m. And I was ready to drop,
working my ass off, Just trying to get ahead,
but going in circles, it's going to my head
sitting here sipping a cup of Cafe' LaWut,
pulling drags off a stale cigarette butt,
in walks this redhead, long legs and all,
set me straight up, hit my head on the wall
long red hair all the way down her back,
near 6 foot tall, with quite a stack,
legs from the bottom, all the way to the top,
could feel my bottom jaw start to drop
looking like a dork couldn't help but stare,
think to myself, she's not wearing underwear.
bright green eyes that sparkled like stars,
and here I am looking, like a creature from Mars
but she looked my way, gave a wink and a smile,
she must be crazy, or been drinking a while,
her cute pug nose fit her face just right,
I could look at her for the rest of the night
the thing I noticed most out of all this charm,
long hair, long legs, a smile so warm,
killer eyes, perfect teeth and shapely hips
I really had this urge to kiss those lips.
Gomer LePoet...
Which lips? Sorry I can resist everything but temptation! :) :) tee hee
Your poem so honest about thoughts Like putting a window on a brain, not nec. yours I know. Fun and smoothe write