You stood before me. That damn red blouse missing half its cloth in the back. I fixated on your curvature T7 to S1. I studied the mole too. Your right foot swung back twice before resting on its twin. The high heel dangled by your toes. You leaned in as the bartender approached and shuffled the glasses. A vodka grapefruit with two cubes is your go-to. You thank the roomie and both of you scurried to the dance floor. I am just the backdrop, camouflaged and unnoticeable in the low lit club. I ordered a beer to satisfy my thirst and to keep my hands occupied.
I joined you to Ariana & Iggy and suddenly, you stopped short. Your eyes narrowed and your body stiffened. My eyes were fixed on you. We stood, eyes locked with no exchange of words. I was to have you…eventually. Your cheeks flushed red and quickly, you looked at your drink and swatted the ice cubes with the dainty cocktail straw. I watched you sway your hips and raise your eyes to my right hand clenching the neck of the beer bottle. I could feel your sex. I stroked the neck. I’m going to have my way with you. Not tonight, but soon enough girl.
Her mourning coffee 