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”
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Her type
She used to think
she had a type
the opposites attract type
crush after crush
left in crash fatigue on
high and dry freeway
Her hair is thinning
waistline is disappearing
She wonders anyone
will consider her
their type
She feels the desperation of want
simultaneously of unwanted
her lonely day stretches into the night
like the spilled vinaigrette
greasy, sour and stained
She gathers all pieces
starts swiping for the remaining hope
kind eyes
mean nose
lips that will make her cum
testosterone filled body
a sizable boner
She used to think
she had a type
the type that makes her feel 16
all over again
And now
she will settle for a type
that will soothe her heat rash
like an ice block
hard and cold
Flicker of Thoughts 