She Took the Bait

I was having a beer at the bar then she walked in It was more of a strut with the sway of her hips. Her ruby red lips were made for kissing In the mirror behind the bar I caught her looking at me and raised my glass. She waited a while before she sat beside me. She ordered whiskey, neat Smelled like lavender and honey and I'd bet money she'd talk to me before I'd say a word to her. I thought - 'which of us is using the best bait.' I got a nibble when she asked what I was drinking. I turned my head but all I said was, 'a cold one.' Her great big gorgeous green eyes would've caught me if I was a fish. "Don't talk much, do you? Or maybe you have 'issues." She questioned my "manhood." I stood to adjust my pants and her eyes bit my fly. I told her, "My eyes are up here." She smiled as I reeled her in.