"Taking One's Time"
Chalk it up
To one last drink
The bartender with his lazy
Nonchalant glare
Flirting with the
Fleeting idle jukebox
A tap on the bouncer's shoulder
No set destination tonight
A sultry night
Sweltering anticipation
Leading up the stairs
Leaning in, slowly
Eyes meet
In a smoldering moment
The tension palpable
As it crawls unseen
Underneath skin
Hushed in exposed undertones
And bated breath
Amid the roar, whispers abound
"It's just you and me, honey."
It's only a kiss, she tells herself
Lingering quietly in the shadows.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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