Her
Face is dreamy
Her
Body is naked
Silhouetted by a marbled bra
Draped in thick sheets of plastic
His fingers dancing, dervish-like
Across me
Smiling her coyest smile
She stands, dazed, off on my shoulder
Her hair like lily of the nile
Now she's
Taking off her sunglasses, slowly
Rocking in unison
Arcing back and forth
Like a mad pendulum
A hand covering her
Pink mouth
Her
Face stricken with fear
She gets up
She stumbles through
The thick wooden door
Soon to be
Blowing huge clouds
Of cigarette smoke
Feeling relaxed, if still a bit shaken
Looking down at the fire lit
Eyes red and swollen from crying
She ends the night with-
"I just need to use the phone"