she had a wicked smile. she once gave me

a strip tease but my eyes didnt leave her blinding

white teeth as she bit her bottom lip and her

dimples mocked the twelve year old boy i 

was impersonating as i sat there frozen.

lust clouded in my eyes and i yearned 

to shove my tongue past those pretty lips

of hers and drown her in my desire. 

she grinded her hips across my lap and slapped

my hands away when i tried to touch. 

she pulled me out onto the balcany and we

fucked passionately on a lounge chair

in the pouring rain. lightning struck breaking us

out of our stupor and she grabbed my hand

as we ran inside, bodies bouncing with electricity

but teeth chattering and pulses racing. 

she dragged me into a platonic shower 

and i knew better than to relish in the domestication

of it all but when i massaged her shoulders,

she stopped sipping her fresh coffee for

the slighest second to let slip a genuine smile

she didnt think i saw but i did, and i just

flooded into puddles of poison knowing

that she would never be mine as she walked out 

the door to slip back into bed with her wife.