Bar Mentalist
He starts off with a couple of nods to those he knows
He’s an artist, and his canvas is the minds of those he chose
As the mentalist tips his hand the bartender knows the score
He finds an advantageous seat before the battle, as he feigns
to admire the bartenders pour
There’s energy around him, and he can feel it in his soul
Those who pretend not to watch somehow know he’s in control
He scans the room and notices the legs and eyes subtly
pointed in his direction
Along with their wary smirks and obvious indiscretions
The tension starts to build, so he weighs his options far and
near
He moves in. Just a
whisper opens her eyes as she tucks her hair behind her ear
She says “Give me a minute.”, and then she rushes away, she’s
not ready yet
But in the ladies room she wonders how his voice made her
panties wet
As she returns, his stare owns her soul, body, and mind
The music lulls in the background as he slides his hand
behind her thigh
The rhythm starts to take control; she can’t help the way her
insides scream!
The mentalist won again, he fulfilled her nightly hopes and
dreams
She awakes in the morning; the scent of love permeates the
room
She finds a piece of paper folded on the nightstand, inside
it says “I’ll see you soon”
Bar Mentalist.
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