Hi words glide down my soul like whiskey.
Burn my flesh with their bold accuracy.
When I walked into the club he bound me
with his sash of indifference. I was hooked.
Downstairs he gathers my wrists in his hand,
as I lie down, vulnerable and anxious. He
sinks into my being, one cell at a time, filling
me up, stealing my breath. I bobble on the sofa,
end up on the floor. When he finally kisses my
lips, brandy spills into my mouth and I become
intoxicated, stumbling over words he forces me
to repeat. His tie covers my eyes as I stand in front
of him, trembling like a leaf unable to adapt to the
aggressive wind, ready to fall at any moment.
He's left me blindfolded.
I can still feel the leather gloves he wore while
And I feel a little ashamed as I frantically search
my purse for his cell phone, I stole.
Two for One