Just 3 nights later
And I'm with somebody else.
Somebody fantastic and beautiful and ****.
I read her some lines from a piece I'd penned and made a move.
She bit my bottom lip in that first kiss and I knew I actually had a bed for the night.
For just that night.

Black hair, green eyes, soft red lips.
Pale skin and piercings with a skirt far up her thigh.
Gazes entwined with everything to hide.
Silent discussions of lust and loose morals.
A stiletto caressed my inner leg and we knew she was mine,
Is it any wonder why I returned to this?

I topped up our wine and kept her talking.
Watched her lips move and words fly without actually listening.
Perfection is easy to find if you just don't look.
Just ignore her and she can't be less than myself.

We called a cab back to her place.
Somewhere far from the bar that much I know.
Stumbled into the back seat and laid lips upon lips.
Crawled up the stairs on all fours.
Slammed closed the door and dragged me to the bed.
And we ****** under darkness in a frenzy of steaming breath.

Only 3 nights later
And I'm back to this.
To pain, confliction and perfection.
I clumsily left ignoring her questions and focused on dressing.
Caught a glance of a mirror and new I'd have no-one else's bed that night.
It was just that night.