Deceit in Desire

The night is electric

and filled with deceit,

a tension so thick, sliced open

would unveil heavy-laced wanting.

You slide your hand

into the small of her back.

You whisper in her ear

and I feel the closeness of your breath.

Stirring, awakening.

Glancing, you catch my eye.

A crowd full of faces

in a dimly lit room.

You are looking at me.

I am looking at you.

Pearl grey satin

cascades the length of my body,

clinging to my frame,

a subtle taste of juniper

lingers on my lips.

Your gaze penetrating.

Savouring.

Fleeting.

Alive and yearning

I falter in the inviting of another.

His eyes are hungry

with intent,

leering at the curvature before him,

breath heavy

with whiskey and cigarettes.

My siren song, I lure him to dance

with unspoken promises

I don't intend to keep.

In the jungle of bodies

writhing to rhythmic melody,

I slip away and find my reprieve.

I stare across the city landscape,

lights shimmering

beneath the open summer sky.

I breathe deep the solitude

of my hidden oasis,

allowing the last of it to fill my lungs.

The door behind slides and clicks,

footsteps drawing nearer,

and I feel it,

your fingertips graze my waist.

You step to me,

hands meandering to my hips,

body pressing into mine.

The world stops.

Sound softens.

I turn to fluid at your touch.

The night is electric

and full of deceit.

She is looking for you.

You are here with me.