Some Days You Don’t Get What You Deserve

you are dark
sleazy music
that makes the hips grind
the type of music  
that resounds in your chest
like a second heartbeat
and slinks its way  
down
sultry seduction
you seem to be a sapiophile
however intelligence only goes so far
when we get to being more naked than skin
 
it would appear you want  
a beast that shreds clothes
owns your body
someone you can crawl to
that understands the need to clamp down
with teeth in the hiss and moans of release
 
this moment adrenal fuelled
tension of suspended deviltry
I can see in your posture
you need someone that can sign their name deep
 
Your smile coquettish  
sip of your drink
leaves an imprint of your lips on the edge
 
legs crossed  
foot shaking
right there I stare into your eyes
stand up lean down
the tickle of my breath on your neck
and state in a baritone of need
 
“We are not fucking tonight”