Acidic Art

Tanqueray's Target

You thought my flirty friend was "too easy"

So you blew her off like a fly-away spark

And when your eyes followed it's trail 

You found me, 

Swaying to the music which was playing just loud enough

For me not to hear your raspy voice over it

When you tried to grab my attention

Staggered up to me

Lightly placing your rough fingertips on my shoulder

I had to look up to you, to see your face

Somehow the nerves of anxiety didn't exist

I smiled when you offered to buy me a drink

I remember how we both liked the taste of fine pine.

The bartender didn't bother to ask for my identification

Because the line was long

and you looked well-past the age

and I was "with you"

-Even though we didn't even bother to exchange names from the start-

I painted a smile across your lips

When I sighed at the first sip instead of winced.

Did you fall in-love with me then?

The surface-level conversation quickly deepened

As the bees in my mind hummed with forbidden desire

You knew what you were doing.

You even Asked.

"Can I kiss you?"

And the fact that you asked was enough for me to fall.

You started off gently

Until you read the desperation on my breath, for you

And you grabbed my throat with your dominant hand;

Your off-hand gripping my little waist.

and I remember gasping a smile

While your muscular hold increased, 

and my knees grew weak.

If my boundary line wasn't so set in stone, 

I would have let you dance inside of me that night

I was surprised when you didn't take advantage of your strength, and my lack thereof.

Thank God, you didn't.

To think, 

You really waited until I was sober

Before revealing how you were twice my age.