Impulsive Indulgences

I finally persuaded you to pick me up that night,
You drove in drunk.
You looked like Heaven in that ridiculous Chevy.
My impulsive indulgences aching with anticipation
You drove me back to your place.
I find your decor and unhealthy almalgamation of over-priced and under-thought,
But I'm not here for the curtains.
I can't remember the last time I wanted something so badly.
You think you're so cool in that damned "Boondock Saints" peacoat.
I try to pretend I don't think so too.
I mention my Antarctic aspirations while downing my second glass of merlot.
You tell me you've applied for several jobs there.
I take pause.
I try not to like you more because of this.
"I need somebody, who doesn't need me"
The wine goes straight to my head,
And by the fourth glass
My loosley held reservations dissipate entirely.
I press myself up against your neck.
I nibble on your ear.
Hot breath against your skin reflects the coconut aroma of your over-priced tanning lotion.
Newly cut hair and a stiff collar suit you.
More handsome than I had remembered as I pull the cigarrette away from your hand
You know exactly why I'm here.
I walk to the counter to pour myself another glass and you follow close behind.
"Bend over" you say, "I want to feel it."
I set down the wine glass and readily oblige.
I place both palms on your mahogany table and push my ass toward your hand.
You slip it down the back of my jeans and remind me why I was so anxious to see you again.
Just a taste,
A promise of the excess yet to come.
Back to pouring that fifth glass of wine...
You watch my lips as I take a sip
And you tell me to get on my knees.
Once again I set down my glass and readily oblige.
"Put it in your mouth", you say.
I'm all too happy to play along.
Now I hope you remember why you've brought me here.
Of course you do,
How could you forget?