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.