Damespotting

Her presence was smouldering,    
and she had an intensity that attracted him like a magnet.  
Before his mind was allowed to wander she sat down next to him,  
her aroma pulling him in like a bluebottle into a pot of honey.  
With words unsaid; their chemistry shaped the silence between them.  
   
Electricity coursed through the haze and lead to an exchanging of names,  
as those around them melted into the rabble    
of an uncharacteristically busy weeknight in the west end.  
It was a polite exchange with a palpable, if unreliable, subtext;  
and their nights seemingly deviated soon after.  
She would return to her date    
while he did the rounds with his mates,    
occasionally finding each other’s gaze across the balcony.  
   
The first intimations of trouble;    
was sharing a smoke and a taxi up the road.  
They swapped details and she hovered in the cold just for a while.    
And as the car pulled away, he caught his first glimpse of that sadistic smile.  
A final exhale and she disappeared into the night  
Something inside him awoke just then and he hoped,    
devout in his curiosity, to follow this new plight.