Where she stopped
Turns out to be a German bar,
Four blocks from the office
Where we work together
One day per seek,
She seated with her spider legs
On a barstool, waiting,
A glass of white wine
Already in her hand,
She, looking stunning
And a bit scary, too,
As if I stepped into
The den of a lioness,
With me ordering
German beer,
Her intense gaze
Studying me over
The rim of her wine glass,
Not at all the way
She looked at me
Back at the office,
Different, more intense
Stripping away from me
All my pretenses,
Making me feel naked
And vulnerable,
Drawn to her lips
And her slanted mouth,
I ached for a kiss,
Though
I, try, as I might
Could not ignore
Her eyes,
I a fly
She a Venus fly trap,
Me, desperately
Sipping at my beer
To merely keep
My mouth occupied,
Daring not to give
Into the temptation
Against which
I had no power
To resist.
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