Giggling in a Stranger's Ear

She giggles
Low...
Like her inhibitions tonight
Under the influence of whiskey and brown eyes that seem to offer not a thing but a good time
The residuals of which she's bound to stand in the shower trying to wash off until the water turns as cold as the hope she clings onto so tightly
Slow...
Like the fingers winding through her curls
Plotting
How to pick the lock and escape the cage in the amount of time it takes to release the fury that's been held in for too long, far too long
Deep...
Like the depths to which he plans to dive
Uncharted territory in hopes of finding treasure or at least discipline
Wondering if this could finally be the place in which he can take his repose
The one that will finally steel him to be still
Pure...
Like the rhapsody of music her body begins to sing
An instrument to be played with fingers and tongue
Building to a crescendo of moans and high pitched screams
Bodies clashing then melding into a mound of please be here in the morning
Make me stay here til the morning
She giggles
Because fancies aren't the only things being tickled tonight