Thinking of his blue-gray

Thinking of his blue-gray
eyes and wide, laughing
mouth, a shudder
runs through her
and she comes

to her senses.
Deep in a reverie
she remembers his knowing
hands on her; she
should have let him

spend the night.
Now, openly flirting
she wants him to
fuck her right there
only it's too late

and he's too drunk anyway.

Amy E. Bartlett