The piercing gaze of a male from across the club pulls me in

I evade my attention from the current conversation

The sexual magnetic gaze seems a favorable sensation 

What is it about that look that seems familiar?

Why is this discussion suddenly mild and lukewarm?

Shouldn’t I be reaching for the heat?

Shouldn’t I just leave this gent?

I know it’s wrong but I should get a taste of that meat. 

My date stands to excuse himself.

I fixate my attention on the current temptation.

He raises a brow as if to lure me in further.

I push my breasts forward and pout my lips.

He chuckles a little and downs a whiskey.

My date is arriving soon, I better make my escape. 

He smiles slyly as if to confirm the searing pants leaving my lips.

I’m well past innocence and into a dangerous rendezvous. 

My date suddenly appears next to him. 

An exchange of a sort ensues. 

My date raises his glass from across the room to me. 

My date makes his bow and heads for the exit. 

He continues to tease for the night

I continue to flirt hoping he could get closer

My date may have been the loser,

But at least he wasn’t pining for illusive attention. 

To feel sexy is a power none can deny

To be respected is a freedom most can’t access. 

Ladies chose well for eternity,

Valentine’s is just one day.