Dressed Up

Dressed up


Painted lips, rouge cheeks
Tight jeans, low cut shirt
High heels, strong perfume
Plastic and ID in the back
Dark eyes, hot skin
Manicured hands
Polished feet
Anklets and bangles
Heavy heart, tiny bag
Fresh breath, new chances
Side long glances
As the music swells
Hips move, lips moan
Hands grab, no one will know
Mouth to mouth, sex to sex
Fevered touches
Partner rushes
Booze kicks, she licks
I bite, she cries
Clothes dissolve
This moment evolves
To a crescendo bliss
Hearts pounding, noise drowning
Blood quickens, memories return
His eyes, his face
Haunt me even in this place
Her lips now his
She has his grip
Bitches grinding
Resolve unwinding
Frenzied, aching
Partner's flood
Tongue tasting blood
Bodies sigh against the wall
How the hell
Can I play house
My lover will know
I'll be disowned
Murmured lies, push her aside
Stumble out to the street
Lights haze, tears in a gaze
Rage and lust
Sated and empty