in front of you she stands, undoing her necklace looking down
into your face
there’s something innocent and touching in her gesture
the purposeful sensuality
the firm belief that you want her
and you do
on her knees she crumples to you on the bed, and she's in your arms
your hands grasp her fragile winged back, open fingers spread
against your biceps the sides of her breasts
her breath all
liquor and smoke
and the fine, almost imperceptable fuzz at the corner of
her lips
the kiss
it’s a wet one
and right now, you’ll tell her
whatever she wants to hear

so she’ll be yours
for an hour
or a night
and tomorrow
you’re gone.