I feel your eyes.
Following me.
Watching me.
It makes my belly tingle with anticipation
Will you come to me?
Will you buy me a drink?
Offer a smoke?
I sit on the far left side of the bar.
The band that is playing
makes the whole bar sway
with its trumpet and saxophone.
Soft cold fingers,
glide up and down,
circling,
my bare back.
"Hello."
His voice is rich and masculine.
Deep and musky.
I feel a tingle in my belly again.
Turning my head a little
I smell sweet cologne,
my lips part open.
"May I buy you a drink?"
I cant talk.
I nod instead.
Gin & tonic.
The night plays on
with flirtatious smiles and winks.
Laughter and light touches.
I burn when he touches my hand,
neck,
cheek.
Will this go on?
I look around and notice
the bar is basically
empty.
"Come home with me beautiful"
The night continues on
and as I take a cab home the following morning,
I touch my lips and smile.
Do I regret last night and this morning?
No, no I don't.
Will I ever regret it?
I took out a smoke and lit it,
No, I don't think so.