And he watched her with hungry eyes over the table,
paying attention to everytime she would lean over
and how the light hit her in the perfect places-
was she what they call a tease?
Two days and a night out on the town later
and he'd waited too long.
Her shoes hit the stone floor with loud click -click -clicks;
her giggles echoed off dark walls and made him come alive.
Against the wall, her rouge came off on his lips
and inside she left her coat on the floor.
He said, "i'll make you mine."
but she said he'd never conquer her.
His hands wandered and it didn't matter that she said 'no'
because words are just words and
they don't mean anything
to people you don't know.
He admired the way her hair fell over her eyes when she cried
and told her she was breath-taking.
She said she didn't want it
but he never hear it through roar of adrenaline in his ears.
He kissed the corners of her lips into a smile.
She left and he scratched another line into the table with a smile.