At a bar just outside of Atlanta
she walked towards me
with a smile, a tattoo
that said, dynamite
I should have
but I didn’t ask
to focused on her ass.
Oh how the mind wanders
in a dim lit place
to my way of thinking
she didn’t even have
a face.
I should have
at least asked her name
but I played the game
knowing the cost
would be extreme
come morning light
and truth be known
I was right.
I should have
ran out
but I was so tempted to
ignite
her fuse.
Ignited 