A pub, somewhere

Serenaded quite beautifully

was she.

By the glowing warblings

and righteous pitter-patter

of a drunkards tongue.

His words licking her face

and tickling her chin

leaving a repugnant layer of cajolery

across her fair skin.

Whilst arousing an eruption of scarlet from within her cheeks.

A few inaudible mumblings from her mouth

chimed with the odd childlike simper across her lips

disguised her appetite for more quite well.

A hidden sense of gratification sweltered in her belly

Bubbling upward

Pushing outward

Salty globules dotted across her forehead (on which her hair was now plastered and moist)

causing her elbow to ache from the constant

dab dab dabbing

she was do do do-ing.

She felt warm on the inside

sticky on the out.

His unwavering stare chased down her squeamish eyes

as they danced around the room

refusing to be locked.

Evading engagement

WHEN

suddenly they met in the middle

for about 3 seconds.

His brazen and twitching

Hers timid and quavering

Fixed

Strained

until hers dropped southward

to the floor

making way for the routine smirk

and uncertain fidget

that had started to annoy

both him AND her.

When will he stop she thought?

When will she start he thunked?

Drunked

Both questions left unanswered

hovered in the air

and over their heads

like two HUGE clouds
or two tiny insects with wings.

Little did they know

(the humans that is, not the insects)

that he’d never stop

and she’d never start

and this excruciatingly painful exchange

would last 4eva……………