Stetson Hat

 

I had one drink.

Maybe it was four.

You pulled up a chair.

I heard it scrape against the floor.

I didn’t want to look.

But who was I to withstand?

The scent of masculine cologne.

The strength in those hands.

I finally looked.

But I could not see.

The eyes I knew.

That was undressing me.

“Good evening,” he said.

With timber so deep.

I shamelessly squirmed.

On this hard bar seat.

“Hi” I said.

Oh, did that come from me?

Not tonight girl.

You had a drink.

Okay you had three.

“I like the hat.”

It’s sleek and dark.

He chuckled at that.

It hit the mark.

“Can I get you some water?”

Who is this man?

He could have taken advantage.

I can’t even stand.

“This could be your night.

I had a few you see.”

He shook his head no

Who could this be?

“Oh, it will be my night.

With you, but not like this.

I want you to remember me.

And not some Hangover kiss.”

I took that water.

In one large swallow.

In greed

“Take a couple more.

I’ll give you what you need.”

He kept his word that night.

I never saw him again.

The moon was so bright.

There was more to this man.

He left me one thing.

Why I do not know.

That damn Stetson hat.

It makes me glow.