Friday night
the city becomes alive
She touches up her red lips
just in time for the stranger’s arrival
The conversation between them are smooth
gliding over her Persian blue silk blouse
and his flattering compliment
His fingertips casually strike out thermal waves
with each intentional brush of her arm
It’s getting beyond cosy warm there
and his scent smells late night passion
He moves closer and whispers desire in her ear
Confronted by his tempting invitation
she pinches herself hard
leaving a mark on her inner thigh
where wild nights used to overstay
and never had the courtesy to pay her with respect
She remembers all that devastating aftermath
So she leans over and whispers to him
“Pas Ce Soir”
Tag: one night stand
Too Much Wine
Daybreak is the fresh notes that the piano's playing Your husky murmur reminds me of last night's moon drunk on the sycamore tree My fingers filter the light combing through your soft lips speaking of sweet lies cultivated by the winemaker Morning is the regret that only the god of tomorrow knows
Flicker of Thoughts 