Not even a raincheck

I didn't let him kiss me that night
he almost had me as he moved by impulse,
but I knew he'd be a fling
just a fling

I wanted to let him kiss me,
wanted to close my eyes and
stand firm as he moved in,
just to show him up-- in retrospect

I wanted to kiss him tonight
I held his captive face in my hands,
spoke to him poetic jargon to leave him
puzzled, and reversed the tables, smirking

I never kissed him, though
I just held him there and
gave him my insane eyes, and
that's all he'll ever get.