She walks in and looked at everybody

Like they are not visible to her

All eyes were on her

But she didn’t feel any undressing her

In her mind, she was wishing for who would undress

Her with his eyes,

But none could

It was after all a wishful thinking

No man has the power to undress a woman

By simply ogling her.

She walked straight to the bar

Not caring that only guys were

Dillydallying with their femme fatales

She ordered for a martini

Not on the rocks – mind you

When it came, she took it down in

A gulp and left no pain as the

Burning sensation cascaded her throat

Living her high on the spot.

Now who could approach her?

And do the undressing?

That became me!

The brave one!

I asked her for a dance and we

Took it off from there,

When morning comes, I woke up

With her in my arms,

I realized I was also high last night

For in my arms, I behold a woman

Undressed but in her fifties,

My screaming woke her up and she let

Out a fart,

Thank God it was a hotel room,

I varnished into thin air.