the words danced on my ear,
her breath and breasts warm against me,
"so I didn't wear panties".
I leaned in to catch the fragrance
of her hair as it floated past my nose.
My lips pressed against her ear,
I made it known, I was pleased as well.
“So it would seem”, she said
with a firm and knowing grasp.
between the bar and my stool,
everything peripheral faded from focus.
and my Bond like countenance began to crack.
“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?”
she giggled, and came back for seconds.
She pulled me closer
positioning my hands on her waist.
“do you know how wet you’re making me?”
With a deft fluid motion, she slid my hand down
and back up under the hem of her skirt,
removing any thought
that she was prone to exaggeration.
I was ready to close out my tab.