Afternoon Delight

 

She calls you

much as your mother did

before her

wanting something.

You take her to

a patio bar

with white wine and red

walls, knowing her

deadly lips will meet 

forthcoming emptiness

in your wallet.

She smiles

as the waitress makes another

pass. She unbuttons her blouse

just enough

to mock you.

The wind blows her hair

and yours

but doesn't block your eyes

enough to shield you

from the sharp taste

of truth.

Reviews

[Courtney]

I love this one too. Just enough sex. Not too much, but just enough. Great job.

[raining]

rather perfect
you get to the edge but do not go over it.