Been Here Too Long

She grabs me by the legs and says, “Don’t go!”
But I’ve been here too long. Another day
And I’ll go nuts with boredom, so I say,
“You’ve had too much of me.” I say it slow,
So she’ll believe me. “No!” she answers. “No!”
"Yeah, Babe," I tell her, clearly. If I stay
She’ll try this on tomorrow. “Are you gay?”
She asks. I only shrug, go with the flow.

She tries to smile again, undoes her bra
And slips out of her pants. She oversells,
With winks and a half smile. Whistling, she tells
Her story with too many sighs. “I saw,”
Is what I offer. One hand like a claw,
She grabs me once again, by the lapels.