She served fine wines and Caviar,
Thoughtful but really such a waste,
Wine being like vinegar, caviar like
Salty gravel to my country boy taste.
I ate her food from hunger.
Small portions not my style,
But it helped ease my stomach
For just a little while.
Under the low lit ceiling lights
There was a sparkle in her eyes
Promising things to come
As the evening slipped by.
She made love like an animal,
Pulling me to the floor
Leaving me, unlike the food,
Wanting more and more.
I left her reluctantly
With promises to meet again,
Maybe Just a little for form‘s sake,
No hint of the where or when.
I found a place for fish and taties
Washed down with cans of beer;
Her number's in my mobile phone
And for food that chippie's near.
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