Last Dance is Always Yours

 
I'm in the corner
watching you kiss her
and I can taste the whiskey
on your lips
feel the insistence of your tongue
 
Drawn closer, slowly navigate
the dark perimeter of the bar
see how she presses
her breasts against your chest
too far, too many shadows
but I know her nipples are hard
like mine
 
Broken from my trance
by a voice luring me
to the dance floor
 
Knock back the rest of my drink
let him take me
where the bass begs
the thrust and sway of my hips
and there's his body, the other bodies
his hands, the humidity of human energy
my eyes closed to the flashing lights
abandoned to the movement
and touch
 
The craving of my skin
briefly satiated
grab a stool, another drink
scan the room
to find that you're gone
grin as the burn slides down
 
Are you just outside against the wall,
steaming the windows of her car,
or did she want to take you home?
 
The familiar thump of a song
that always ends with your hand in my pants
or me on my knees
pulls me back into the writhing mass
for one last indulgence
 
Breathless, sweaty, wet
the ache of hunger
coils outward from my core
when the text comes
you're waiting
and I'm more than ready
to see how the night ends