Trick… or Treat?

He sort of eyed her ‘cross the bar
“Have we met?” he pretended

She went along – good-looking guy
His line was comprehended

They went to her place that same night
In heat, their bodies blended

At dawn, he left her fifty bucks
Hoped she’d not be offended

© Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For We Write Poems (Trick or Treat) and Poetic Asides (Sort of), and, as always, at my poetic hearth, Poets United.