Chatting at the bar
waiting to order

I admire her
skirt

tell her she's
delicious in it.

'Oh, you flirt! '
she flirts.

Says she likes my jeans
(how the diamante applique coils & curls
about the thigh)

'Oh, yeah? '
'Yeah! '

Says I'd look better
in her
skirt than her
that I've got
better legs
than her.

'Ya wanna bet? '

'Yeah? '
'Oh yeah! '

I squeeze out of my jeans
she unzips her skirt

(our nether attire around our ankles)
we step out of

our respectibve male & female
roles

swop

stand there at the bar
sipping cocktails

with suggestive
names

untio we are asked
to remove ourselves

from this
establishment
this premises

We leave arm in arm
I as her & she as me

me in my sexy tartan mini
(a tight fit...I admit)

she in jeans just...a little too big for her

leaving a trail of laughter
like neon light on a rainy night.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-yeah-yeah/