That Guy


That Guy

She was there
back to me in her chair
fingers twirling twisting her hair
was this gesture devil make care

wanting to see her full face
for only catching brief profile trace
walked past her swaggering my pace
she was most beautiful woman in place

watching her from bar clever noticing to disguise
how wished me she was with not that guy

William Joe Pyles

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