She enters the room with a light

And casts it all over each man

With the way that she moves and the smell of her hair

They know that they haven’t a chance.

Coquettishly

She bats her lashes.

They flutter as a shadow flickers over her face.

Just a brief moment of doubt,

Then her confidence returns:

It’s the feeling of familiarity.

She grabs attention by creating a mood.

They watch her lips as she talks

And she knows she’s got them in a trance.

Not one would turn her down.

He sits in the corner of the room

Holding a drink and wishing he wasn’t there.

The chatter is loud, but comforting.

Suddenly,

The mood shifts.

It’s not quite tension, but

Anticipation as she flounces in with a smile.

Coquettishly, she bats her lashes.

But he sees with a smidge of chagrin

The secret she’s hiding beneath.

He shares it with her in silence

And no one else knows it’s there.

Then a drunk man leans over and whispers to him

“I wouldn’t kick her out of bed.”