The Groan

She saw him shuffle in,
One foot in front of the other.
His saunter was one of confidence,
The man he was with wasn’t his brother.

His hand was large,
As it grabbed the back of the simple chair.
And it came to him swiftly,
As if he had yanked his woman by her hair.

The chair’s four legs became uprooted,
They actually flew off the floor.
The four prongs then were dumped,
With fervor by the door.

He sat his monstrous frame down,
And was situated comfortably now.
As he looked around the room with a scowl,
He let out a protested moan.

All the usual suspects were amongst the crowd,
Warm pints had been half consumed.
The wet puddles on the tops of the tables sat,
And the eyes of the group looked somewhat askew.

Her place amongst the room,
She sat in her usual dark corner.
She was hard to see within the shadows,
But to him, she stood out, definitely not a mourner.

She looked away, not to meet his eyes,
Yet her head was still held high.
She perused the crowd herself,
A groan was heard mingled with a sigh.

The large hand of the man covered his mouth,
His friend looked at him curiously.
The fingers were trying to conceal a smirk,
On the face of the man as he searched.

She stood and walked to him boldly,
She told him to gaze away.
He did as he was told,
As he knew if he didn’t, she would fade.

“Follow Me,” she commanded,
He got up immediately.
Out the door she led him,
And around the corner directly.

There, she pulled him to her,
And pressed her frame against him.
He felt her mouth suck his bottom lip,
And as he leaned down to let her, he did not let her tip.

They both let out a groan and did sigh,
Together, there was a lift of spirit.
She demanded that he grovel,
So he complied and hunkered down.

His face, now at her pelvis height,
She pulled his face to her V.
At that moment, she turned around
And her bottom he did see.

“Lick me you crazy fool!”
“Lick me as you drool!”
“Find me irresistible”
“My back side you find so lovable.”

After only a minute she straightened up,
She settled her dress down flat.
She turned to see his face a mess,
His tangled mouth in mayhem.

Now, as she walked away,
The man still bent, cowering on his knees.
He fumbled with his words,
It was clear she wasn’t to be pleased.

He watched her walk away,
Her statuesque legs with his mind did play.
Around the corner she did go,
Never a word again did she say.

The smirk on the man’s mouth,
Previously gone had returned.
He realized he had been played,
But he has fond memories that he carries to this day.