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she served me well

she served me well

I went to a restaurant
to have ribs
the gal placed �the plate
and
as she bent showed me hers �

I asked her �for wine
I knew now
I would have to drink from
the eyes �of thine

I told her softly
she smiled
I drank from her eyes
she smiled
stood by and said
some more red
and I said
if �you want �me dead
then come to me bed �

she turned red
her ribs smartened up
she came her service time was up

she smiled
I smiled
her time was now all mine..

she winked �
I looked around was it for me
her bf was in the aisle
she again smiled
some other time..

so is your poetry
as much sub lime �
at times
I only mime