beer is not an aphrodisiac

I'm not in the mood
for his beer bottle brashness
and I'm half a cigarette away
from glassing him in the face

There's a tension in the air tonight
bow string taut
and it's not sexual
though it could have been
if he'd remembered
to pick up condoms
on the way home

There are some days
I don't want to talk
I just want to fuck and feel
and get lost in the useless
oblivion of it all

But he doesn't want to fuck
he wants to talk
and his beer slick throat
makes the conversation unbearable
and I have no justification
for the level of bitch
simmering beneath my skin

I don't want to try
and hold the weight of
meaningless conversations
when body parts
are so much more interesting
mouths better suited
to moans and cries of pleasure
than this stupid conversation
I'm not having

I'm at the end of my cigarette
and he's cracked another beer

No one is getting laid tonight

-Eve-