Across from you, I lift my face and exhale.
Cigarette smoke breathes softly from my
throat and escapes my parted lips
in thin ghostly trails.
Impassively, your dark eyes follow.
I wonder what is going on inside you.
You assure me there is just the two of us.
With slightly raised brow, my skirt shifts higher,
lingering half-way a naked foot slips to the floor.
Deliberately you sip your drink slowly.
Leaning in slightly, a spagetti strap sinks
below my shoulder, candle light teases
the half moon of a breast.
Suddenly serious, you glide your hand along
You might forget your other lover
if you cooperate.