And then She Watched Me

i watched her as she poured drinks
i watched her dance a little
she wasn't anything special
as her low cut boots slid
across rubber floor mats
she came to me
and i could see in her eyes
just how tired she was
tired
and frustrated
i wanted to give her something
not sure of what
i wanted to hold her
and rub her head
let her know that he work wasn't
all in vain
(in reality it was)
this girl
tired
sagging eyes
stripper like
wanted something
i concluded
that she needed a good fuck
like a firm
but gentle
somewhat emotional fuck
that would put her to sleep
and push all those thoughts out of her head
she had a nice pair of legs
and her face wasn't to shy either
i watched her
watched her pour drinks
watched her walk
and the calling oozed from  her
like nails from a pipe bomb
i wanted to grab her
and kiss her like these other fuckers
could never do.
i wanted to pull her hair
and slap her ass
fuck her with those low cut boots on
and eventually cum
somewhere on her torso.
but i couldn't
and i didn't want to
because the girl who i have now
makes all these broads look ugly
and
i don't cheat
and i'm not
that guy
or at least that's what i repeat to myself.
i wanted to be the one to give her all
those great things they write about
but i couldn't
and i didn't want to
so i let her stare into that empty glass
just like
she
was looking
in her mirror.