Selfish Encounter

I’m here with my Man  
but I want her Man too
I saunter across the Ball Room  
to get a better view
Of his gorgeous face  
and his body contoured
He smiles down at his Girl  
the one whom he adores
I stand beside him casually
as my hand grazes his
The energy sparks and ignites
But it’s no small fizz
He looks over at me
unable to deny the pull
I arch my brow and smile
with my lips moist and full
“Meet me on the terrace,” I say  
without looking in his direction
But he knew I was talking to him  
so told his erection
Hesitation began to set in  
as he glanced at his Girl
But his feet betrayed him selfishly
wanting a piece of my world
Through the doors and up the steps  
he followed the trail of my gown
Around the side, to the dark corner I went  
and pulled my panties down
A true Woman is always prepared  
with protection in her purse
“Take it out,” I whisper softly
while putting him under my curse
Did I think about my Man  
waiting in there for me?
Or did I consider his Girl  
who was smiling and so happy?
The answer to that is quite obvious  
as I’m pumped against the wall
No dear hearts, I did not care  
when my own desires called
there are no morals to consider
within a selfish deed
Just remember to always be prepared  
when passion makes you heed.